1 Thou holy One and true,
Our hearts in Thee confide,
And in the circle of Thy love.
As brethren we abide.

2 In Thee the Father rests,
His own annointed ONe,
IN Thee alone He finds delight,
His well-beloved Son.

3 IN Thee we find delight,
First-born 'mongst brethren Thou;
To Thy dear name alone we cling,
To Thy sure Word we bow,

4 Teach us that name to own.
Whilst waiting, Lord, for Thee;
Unholiness and sin to shun,
From all untruth to flee.