1.  O Thou before whose presence naught evil may come in, - Yet who dost look in mercy down on this world of sin, - O give us noble purpose to set the sin bound free, - And Christlike tender pity to seek the lost for Thee.

2.  Fierce is our subtle foeman: the forces at his hand - With woes that none can number despoil the pleasant land; - All they who war against them, in strife so keen and long, - Must in their Saviour’s armour be stronger than the strong.

3.  So hast Thou wrought among us the great things that we see! - For things that are we thank Thee, and for the things to be. - For bright hope is uplifting faint hands and feeble knees, - To strive beneath Thy blessing for greater things than these.

4.  Lead on, O love and mercy, O purity and power, - Lead on till peace eternal shall close this battle hour: - Till all who prayed and struggled to set their brethren free, - In triumph meet to praise Thee, most holy Lord, to see.