To the Angel of the Church in Philadelphia

Holy and True, who hast the key
Of David, full of grace and power,
None opens what is shut by Thee,
And none can shut Thine open door.

O help Thy little church below,
Noted for their fraternal love;
Accept us in Thyself, and know
Our souls, and all our works approve.

Open a door to preach Thy word,
Which neither earth or hell can close;
Let all proclaim the common Lord,
Who died to save a world of foes.

A little strength Thou see'st we have,
We trust that Thou art still the same;
Save, Jesu, to the utmost save
Thy people who confess Thy name.

We dare not give our God the lie;
Saviour from sin, we Thee receive;
Though Satan's synagogue deny,
We here a sinless life shall live.

Who falsely call themselves Thine own
Shall then indignantly submit;
Thy mighty hand shall cast them down,
And make them bow before our feet.

Then all the advocates for sin,
The carnal self-elect, shall know
Thy blood hath made us throughly clean,
And wash'd from all our sins below.

Thy cleansing blood, by faith applied,
Gave us a love that cast out fear;
And lo! with all the sanctified
We plead for a perfection here.

But let us to the end endure,
Nor ever let Thy promise go,
Till all our hearts and lives are pure,
And every soul is white as snow.

Let us Thy word of patience keep,
Nor from the gospel hope remove;
But sow in confidence, to reap
The harvest of Thy perfect love.

So shall Thy grace our souls preserve
From sore temptation's fiery hour,
When all who plead for sin shall swerve,
And fall, perhaps to rise no more.

We know Thou wilt not long delay;
Let no seducer cast us down,
Or tear our confidence away,
Or spoil us of the promised crown.

That crown the conqueror here receives,
Who the good fight of faith hath won;
While without fear or sin he lives,
He lives to God, and God alone.

Establish'd by Almighty hands,
He shows forth all Thy grace and power,
In God's eternal temple stands
A pillar, and goes out no more.

The name and city of Thy God
Thou didst to him on earth impart,
And shedd'st Thy perfect love abroad,
And wrote Thy nature on his heart.

Thy Father here Thou didst reveal,
To him Thou here Thyself hast given,
And mark'd him with the Spirit's seal,
A citizen and heir of heaven.

This is our glorious calling's prize;
Saviour, at this our wishes aim;
Restore us to our paradise,
Inscribe us, Lord, with Thy new name.

To all whom Thou hast given an ear
The perfect grace make haste to give,
And sanctify us wholly here,
And to Thy heaven of heavens receive.