Tregelles ~ Meter 220.127.116.11.D
Father, we, Thy children, bless Thee For Thy love on us bestow'd, Source of blessing! we confess Thee Now, our Father and our God. Wondrous was Thy love in giving Jesus for our sins to die! Wondrous was His grace in leaving, For our sakes, the heavens on high! Now the sprinkled blood has freed us, Hast'ning onward to our rest, Through the desert Thou dost lead us, With Thy constant favour blest; By Thy truth and Spirit guiding, Earnest He of what's to come, And with daily strength providing, Thou dost lead Thy children home. Though our pilgrimage be dreary, This is not our resting-place; Shall we of the way be weary When we see our Master's face? No: — e'en now anticipating, In this hope our souls rejoice, And His promised advent waiting, Soon shall hear His welcome voice.