O blessed God, how kind Thou art.
To Thee, we bow the knee,
O, may Thy presence fill our hearts,
And keep us true to Thee.
When trials and cares 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 His home;
Where we shall ever be at rest,
And never more shall roam.
O, come, Lord Jesus, quickly come;
We long Thy face to see:
To dwell within Thy Father’s house,
And ever happy be.
ML-03/17/1935