Author: A.P. Cecil ~ Meter: S. M.
Thou holy One and true, Our hearts in Thee confide, And in the circle of Thy love, As brethren we abide. In Thee the Father rests, His own anointed One, In Thee alone He finds delight, His well-beloved Son. In Thee we find delight, Firstborn 'mongst brethren Thou; To Thy dear name alone we cling, To Thy sure word we bow. Teach us that name to own, Whilst waiting, Lord, for Thee; Unholiness and sin to shun, From all untruth to flee.