My Prophet thou, my heavenly Guide,

Thy sweet instructions I will hear;

The words that from thy lips proceed,

O how divinely sweet they are!

Thee, my great Prophet, I would love,

And imitate the blest above.

2 My great High Priest, whose precious blood

Did once atone upon the cross,

Who now dost intercede with God,

And plead the friendless sinner’s cause:

In thee I trust, thee would I love,

And imitate the blest above.

3 My King supreme, to thee I bow

A willing subject at thy feet;

All other lords I disavow,

And to thy government submit;

My Saviour King, this heart would love,

And imitate the blest above.