1 O God, we lift our hearts to Thee,
May praise be not in vain;
Teach us to humbly follow Thee,
Thy blessings on us rain.

2 Let not our praise be just a form,
But from our souls ring true;
Banish the pow'r of Satan's arm,
Our thoughts of Thee be pure.

3 Help us to others be more kind,
To love them more and more;
Help us to lift our brother up,
Still let us Thee adore.

4 Thou art the gift of love supreme,
Our souls with Thee be filled;
Our hopes with radiant glory beam,
Our minds obey thy will.

Amen.