Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;

Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.

Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my souls Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor mans empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heavens joys, O bright Heavens Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

Be thou, O God exalted high;

And as Thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till Thou art here, as there, obeyed.
O God, my heart is fixed; tis bent
Its thankful tribute to present;
And, with my heart, my voice Ill raise
To Thee, my God, in songs of praise.
Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the listening nations round;
Thy mercy highest heavn transcends;
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.

Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,

Nor creed, nor form, nor word,
Nor holy church, nor human love,
Compare with Thee, my Lord.
Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,
Thy love has conquered me;
Beneath Thy cross I die to self,
And live alone to Thee.
Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,
My inmost being fill;
So shall I think as Thou dost think,
And will as Thou dost will.
Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,
Thy life transfigure mine;
And through this veil of mortal flesh,
Lord, let Thy splendors shine.
Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,
My soul exults in Thee;
To be Thy slave, to do Thy will,
Is my felicity.

Be true and list the voice within,

Be true unto thy high ideal,
Thy perfect self, that knows no sin,
That self that is the only real.
God is the only perfect One:
My perfect self is one with Him;
So man is seen as Gods own son,
When truth dispels the shadows dim.
True to our God Whose Name is Love,
We shall fulfill our Fathers plan;
For true means true to God above,
To self, and to our fellow man.

Be with us, gracious Lord, today;

This house we dedicate to Thee;
O hear Thy servants as they pray,
And let Thine ear attentive be!
Within these walls let holy peace,
Let love and truth be always found;
May burdened hearts and sweet release,
And souls with richest grace be crowned.
May here be heard the suppliants sigh,
The weary enter into rest;
Here may the contrite to Thee cry,
And waiting souls be richly blessed.
Here when the Gospel sound is heard,
And here proclaimed the saving Name,
May hearts be quickened, moved and stirred,
And souls be kindled into flame.
Here may the dead be made to live,
The dumb to sing, the deaf to hear;
And do Thou to the humble give
Pardon and peace instead of fear.
Make this, O Lord, Thine own abode;
Thy presence in these courts be givn;
Be this, indeed, the house of God,
And this in truth the gate of Heavn.
Be ye joyful, earth and sky,
Hallelujah!
Unto us Gods Son came nigh,
Hallelujah!