HEAD of the Church and Lord of all, Hear from Thy throne our suppliant call: We come the promised grace to seek, Of which aforetime Thou didst speak.
‘Lo, I am with you’—that sweet word, Lord Jesus, meekly be it heard, And stamped with all-inspiring power On our weak souls this favoured hour.
Without Thy presence, King of saints, Our purpose fails, our spirit faints; Thou must our wavering faith renew Ere we can yield Thee service true.
Thy consecrating might we ask, Or vain the toil, unblest the task; And impotent of fruit will be Our noblest effort wrought for Thee.
‘Lo, I am with you’—even so, Thy joy our strength, we fearless go; And praise shall crown the suppliant’s call, Head of the Church, and Lord of all!
Joseph Tritton, 1819-87