O gracious Father of mankind,
Our spirits’ unseen friend,
High heaven’s Lord, our hearts’ dear guest,
To Thee our prayer ascend.
Thou dost not wait till human speech
Thy gifts divine implore;
Our dream, our aims, our work, our lives
Are prayer Thou lovest more.
Thou hearest these, the good and ill,
Deep burried in each breast;
The secret thought, the hidden plan,
Wrought out or unexpressed.
O cleanse our prayers from human dross,
Attune our lives to Thee,
Until we labot for those gifts
We ask on bended knee.
Our best is but Thyself in us,
Our highest thught Thy will;
To hear Thy voice we need but love,
And listen, and bestill
We would not bend Thy will to ours,
But blend our wills with Thine;
Not beat with cries on heaven’s doors,
But live Thy life divine.
Thou seekest us in love and truth
More than our minds seek Thee,
Though open gates Thy power flows in
Like flood tides from the sea.
No more we seek Thee from afar,
Nor ask Thee for a sign,
Content to pray in life and love
And toil, till all are Thine.