Us, Who Climb Thy Holy Hill,
A General Blessing Make,
Let The World Our Influence Feel,
Our Gospel Grace Partake;
Grace To Help In Time Of Need,
Pour Out On Sinners From Above,
All Thy Spirit’s Fulness Shed,
In Showers Of Heavenly Love.

Make Our Earthly Souls A Field
Which God Delights To Bless;
Let Us In Due Season Yield
The Fruits Of Righteousness;
Make Us Trees Of Paradise,
Which More And More Thy Praise May Show,
Deeper Sink, And Higher Rise,
And To Perfection Grow.