1 Except the Lord conduct the plan,
The best concerted schemes are vain,
And never can succeed;
We spend our wretched strength for naught;
But if our works in Thee be wrought,
They shall be blest indeed.

2 Lord, if Thou didst Thyself inspire
Our souls with this intense desire
Thy goodness to proclaim;
Thy glory if we now intend,
O let our deeds begin and end
Complete in Jesus' name.

3 Now, Jesus, now Thy love impart,
To govern each devoted heart,
And fit us for Thy will;
Deep founded in the truth of grace,
Build up Thy rising Church, and place
The city on the hill.

4 O let our love and faith abound;
O let our lives, to all around
With purest luster shine;
That all around our works may see,
And give the glory, Lord, to Thee,
The heavenly light divine.