Father of peace, and God of love!

we own thy pow’r to save,

That pow’r by which our Shepherd rose

victorious o’er the grave.

Him from the dead thou brought’st again,

when, by his sacred blood,

Confirmed and sealed for evermore,

th’ eternal cov’nant stood.

O may thy Spirit seal our souls,

and mould them to thy will,

That our weak hearts no more may stray,

but keep thy precepts still;

That to perfection’s sacred height

we nearer still may rise,

And all we think, and all we do,

be pleasing in thine eyes.