Words: (1850-?).

Music: Oliv­et (Ma­son), , 1831.

If you know when this hymn was writ­ten, or where to get a ph­oto of By­ron Russ­ell

Our Father, unto Thee
We now on bended knee
Our voices raise.
For all Thy love has wrought,
Our life with blessings fraught,
Transcending all our thought,
We speak Thy praise.

And not by lips alone
Would we Thy goodness own,
And worship Thee,
But may our lives express
That which our hearts confess,
And we in holiness
More worthy be.

And may our hands reach out
To those who round about
Demand our love.
In every hour of need
May we their pleadings heed,
Till earth becomes indeed
Like Heaven above.