Words and music by Orin Johnson
Make us holy, soul of Christ.
Through your body, through your blood save us, inebriate us.
Through wa-ter flowing from your side, wash our sins away.
Through your passion, through your wounds, hide us, and bring us comfort.
And when we call you upon your name, be not far from us.
When the evil from the darkness falls, shield us, be our defender.
And when we die each day to self, summon us by name.
When our final hour comes, call us, and bring us to you,
That with your saints we all may praise, ever in your reign.
© 2003, Orin Johnson