O my soul, on wings ascending

1 O my soul, on wings ascending,
On the holy mount seek rest,
Let thy fervent praise and prayer
Come before thy Maker there,
Knowing that, while yet a mortal,
Thou art near the Father's portal.

2 While upon this earth abiding,
Let us never cease to pray,
In the blessèd Lord confiding,
As our fathers in their day.
Be the voice of children raised
To the God our fathers praised;
May his blessing, failing never,
Rest on all his saints forever.

3 Bless us, Father, and protect us
From all harm in all our ways;
Patiently, O Lord, direct us
Safely through these fleeting days;
Let thy face upon us shine,
Fill us with thy peace divine;
Praise the Father, Son, and Spirit,
Praise him, all that life inherit.

Source: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #462