On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 2

O Thou our Husband, Brother, Friend,
Behold a cloud of incense rise,
The prayers of saints to heaven ascend,
Grateful, unceasing sacrifice.

Regard our prayers for SiorHs peace,
Shed in our hearts Thy love abroad;
Thy gifts abundantly increase,
Enlarge, and fill us all with God.

Before Thy sheep, great Shepherd, go,
And guide into Thy perfect will;
Cause us Thy hallow'd name to know,
The work of faith with power fulfil.

Help us to make our calling sure,
O! let us all be saints indeed,
And pure as God Himself is pure,
Conform'd in all things to our Head.

Take the dear purchase of Thy blood;
Thy blood shall wash us white as snow,
Present us sanctified to God,
And perfected in love below.

That blood which cleanses from all sin,
That efficacious blood apply,
And wash, and make us throughly clean,
And change, and wholly sanctify.

From all iniquity redeem,
Cleanse by the water and the word,
And free from every touch of blame,
And make the servants as their Lord.

Wash out the deep, original stain,
And make us glorious all within,
No wrinkle on our souls remain,
No smallest spot of inbred sin.

Then, when the perfect life of love
The bride and all her children live,
Come down, and take us from above,
And to Thy heaven of heavens receive.