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.
2
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.
3
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.
4
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.