If when, to thee, our hymns we raise,
Our hearts do wend their sep’rate ways;
Think not our hearts are gone from thee:
For they long e’er with God to be.
Thou art the life, the truth, the way,
From which our erring hearts do stray;
Shepherd thy flock returns to thee:
For thy staff rules eternally.
Thus if our thoughts drift far and wide,
Know our hearts still do sin deride;
For if they seem to leave thy Church:
To increase love of thee their search.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.