O WELL-BELOVED Son of God
Be in our midst, we pray;
Our feet are in obedience shod,
To tread the narrow way.

Who giveth, gain; who loseth, finds;
Who dieth, lives to Thee— ​
Teach us this Law. Incline our minds
To drink Thy cup with Thee.

As drop by drop its bitter draught
Thy sinless lips did lave,
The uttermost of woe was quaffed,
This sin-sick world to save.

Death kissed Thy feet on Jordan's shore,
Thy hands on Calvary,
His Sovereign Thou! Our hearts adore
Thy glorious majesty.

Baptize us, Lord, into Thy death,
And may we chosen be
From out the world, as royal priests,
As sons and heirs with Thee.