1 Jesus, Thyself to us reveal,
Grant that we may not only feel
Some drawings of Thy grace,
But in communion with Thee live,
And daily from Thy death derive
The needful strength to run our race.
2 O let us think Thee always near,
As is the light that shines so clear,
Or as the air we breathe;
In all our thoughts, our words and ways,
Thus may our lives show forth Thy praise,
Our hearts be freed from things beneath.
3 Jesus, Thou fain wouldst have us be
In all things more conformed to Thee;
We’re filled with conscious shame,
And thank Thee for Thy care and love;
Thy patience, which we richly prove,
Our heartfelt gratitude doth claim.
Source: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #390