1 Glory to Thee, O Lord,
Who, from this world of sin,
By cruel Herod's ruthless sword
Those precious ones didst win.

2 Glory to Thee for all
The ransom'd infant band,
Who since that hour have heard Thy call,
And reached the quiet land.

3 O that our hearts within,
Like theirs, were pure and bright;
O that, as free from deeds of sin
We shrank not from Thy sight.

4 Lord, help us every hour
Thy cleansing grace to claim;
In life to glorify Thy power,
In death to praise Thy Name.