Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.—James, i. 17.

Father, King, whose heav’nly face

Shines serene upon our race;

Mindful of Thy guardian care,

Slow to punish, prone to spare;

We Thy majesty adore,

We Thy well-known aid implore;

Not in vain Thy aid we call,

Nothing want, for Thou art all!

Source of being, source of light,