O blessed God, how kind Thou art,
To Thee we bow the knee,
O, may Thy presence fill our heart,
And keep us true to Thee.
When cares and griefs beset our path.
And fears arise within;
O may we see that blessed One,
Who died our souls to win.
Our risen Lord is coming soon,
To take us to our home;
Where we shall ever he at rest.
And never more shall roam.
O, come, Lord Jesus, quickly come;
We long Thy face to see;
To dwell within the Father’s house,
And ever happy he.
ML 07/07/1918