Our heav’nly Father calls,

Christ calls us unto Him;

Our friendship with them shall be sweet,

If precious, our fellowship.

Thy tender mercy show

In pardoning my sins;

My heart He applied to wisdom

And guided my footsteps.

His grace how bountiful,

He has a rich store house;

This grace the Lord Himself bestows,

It is bought with His blood.

Jesus my fountain head,

I bless Thy holy name;

Intercessor with the Father,

The bishop of my soul.

My heart and all my will

Wait patiently, below,

Until sweet communion is full

High up in heav’n above.