1 OUR Father we would worship,
In Jesus' holy name,
For He, whate'er our changes,
For ever is the same:
Through Him our childlike praises
As incense sweet will be;
The songs Thy Spirit raises
Can ne'er want melody.
2 The fire Thy love hath kindled,
Shall never be put out;
The Spirit keeps it burning,
(Though dimmed by things without);
O make it burn more brightly,
By faith more freely shine!
That we may value rightly
The grace that made us Thine.
