1 O be with us, gracious father, While before thy feet we bow, Let the angel of thy presence Hover o’er thy temple now. 2 Here are hearts that thou canst soften Earthly dross to purge away; Darkened minds, on which thy spirit Yet may pour celestial day. 3 From the world’s entrancing vision From the spirit’s sullen night From the tempter’s dark dominion Free us, by thy saving might 4 Let thy spirit glad communion Waken thoughts of peace and love And prepare us for thy presence In the nobler courts above. 5 There to join in perfect worship There to swell the angel’s song And in higher, sweeter measure Earth’s imperfect praise prolong