Verse
Help me to be ho—ly, O Father of light;
Guilt-burdened and low—ly, I bow in Thy sight;
How shall my conscience gaze upon Thy face,
Even though Thy presence grant me a place?
Help me to be ho—ly, O Savior divine;
Why conquer O so low—ly, this nature of mine?
Give to me Thy likeness, cleanse where Satan has been;
Expel me with Thy brightness all my darkness and sin!
Chorus
Come Lord and sanctify your church
Created us in Christ to do good works
Which you prepared beforehand, guide our steps to walk in them
Help me to be ho—ly, O Spirit divine;
Come, sanctify me whol—ly this temple of Thine;
Cast out each idol, come set up Thy throne.
Reign, reign without rival, supreme and alone!