Verse 1
With readiness and lowly fear
We come, O God! to serve thy will,
Sentenc’d to toil incessant here,
And then to rest on Sion’s hill.
But while thy justice we obey
O let thy love point out our way.

Verse 2
Infinite in thy means and ways
The wants of nature to supply;
Thou can’st maintain the chosen race,
By making windows in the sky,
Can’st in the barren desert feed,
Or bid the ravens bring us bread.

Verse 3
O might we seek the kingdom first,
Th’ unutterable joy and peace,
For God the living fountain thirst,
And hunger after righteousness;
We then should by thy promise prove
The all-sufficient power of love.