GRANT me, great Lord, Thy graces three,
Faith, and Hope, and Charity;
Faith, that on the cross relies,
And trusts, but in Thy sacrifice.
Hope, that, when by woe opprest,
Points upward to a heavenly rest
And last, the greatest of the three,
o give me gentle Charity:
To suffer all; to know no pride;
To strive, another's faults to hide;
To answer with a soothing smile,
When men, with angry words, revile;
To envy not that happiness,
Thy hand denies me, to possess;
The rich man's wealth to covet not,
Though poverty should be my lot.
Teach me, through every earthly ill,
To be submissive, to Thy will
And let me of Thy grace, receive,
As I, my enemies, forgive.
Then Faith, and Hope, and Charity
Will lead me on, to Heaven, through Thee.