Words: Charles Wesley Music: "Effingham", anon. O Thou, our Savior, Brother, Friend, Behold a cloud of incense rise; The prayers of saints to Heaven ascend, Grateful, accepted sacrifice. Regard our prayers for Zion's peace; Shed in our hearts Thy love abroad; Thy gifts abundantly increase; Enlarge, and fill us all with God. Before Thy sheep, great Shepherd, go, And guide into Thy perfect will; Cause us Thy hallowed Name to know, The work of faith in us fulfill. Help us to make our calling sure; O let us all be saints indeed, And pure, as Thou Thyself art pure, Conformed in all things to our Head. Take the dear purchase of Thy blood: Thy blood shall wash us white as snow; Present us sanctified to God, And perfected in love below.
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