O God ! we see Thee in the Lamb
To be our hope, our joy, our rest;
The glories that compose Thy name
Standing engaged to make us blest.

Thou great and good ! Thou just and wise !
Hail !  as our Father and our God !
For we are Thine by sacred ties,
Thy sons and daughters, bought with blood.

Then, oh ! to us this grace afford,
That far from Thee we ne'er may move;
Our guard the presence of the Lord;
Our joy Thy perfect present love.

This gives us ever to rejoice,
Turning to light our darkest days;
And lifts on high each feeble voice,
While we have breath to pray or praise.

L.M.                     Isaac Watts