Sovereign Of All The Worlds On High,
Allow My Humble Claim;
Nor, While Unworthy I Draw Nigh,
Disdain A Father’s Name.

“My Father God!” That Gracious Sound
Dispels My Guilty Fear;
Not All The Harmony Of Heaven
Could So Delight My Ear.

Come, Holy Spirit, Seal The Grace
On My Expanding Heart;
And Show That In The Father’s Love
I Share A Filial Part.

Cheered By A Witness So Divine,
Unwavering I Believe;
And, “Abba, Father,” Humbly Cry;
Nor Can The Sign Deceive.