Verse 1
O God of our forefathers hear,
And make thy faithful mercies known,
To thee thro’ Jesus we draw near,
Thy suffering, well-beloved Son,
In whom thy smiling face we see,
In whom thou art well-pleas’d with me.
Verse 2
With solemn faith we offer up,
And spread before thy glorious eyes
That only ground of all our hope,
That precious, bleeding sacrifice,
Which brings thy grace on sinners down,
And perfects all our souls in one.
Verse 3
Acceptance thro’ his only name,
Forgiveness in his blood we have;
But more abundant life we claim
Thro’ him who died our souls to save,
To sanctify us by his blood,
And fill with all the life of God.
Verse 4
Father, behold thy dying Son,
And hear his blood that speaks above,
On us let all thy grace be shewn,
Peace, righteousness, and joy, and love,
Thy kingdom come to every heart,
And all thou hast and all thou art.