Father, We Humbly Pray

Father

we hum­bly pray

To Thee

in whom we live;

Our count­less sins

for Je­su’s sake

Forgive

O Lord

for­give.

We have un­thank­ful been

For all Thy ten­der care;

Thine in­dig­na­tion we de­serve;

But spare

O Fa­ther

spare.

The crea­tures of Thy hand

Made for Thy glo­ry are;

But we those crea­tures have abused;

Spare us

O Fa­ther

spare.

From plague and pes­ti­lence

From fa­mine

fire

and sword

From flood and storm

from dearth and drought

Deliver us

O Lord.

From hard and stub­born hearts

Scorning Thy ho­ly Word

From dis­cord

strife

and he­re­sy

Deliver us

O Lord.

With ge­ni­al rains and dews

Temper the circ­ling year

With gold­en sun­shine and fresh breeze;

Hear us

O Fa­ther

hear

Sheepfolds and gar­ners fill

The home­stead and the stall;

Orchards and gar­dens crown with fruits

Maker and Lord of all.

Love in our house­holds breathe;

Hearts rea­dy to ob­ey

As in Thy sight

and as to Thee

Give us

O Lord

we pray.

Bless

Lord

our gra­cious Queen

With Thy best boun­ties bless;

Grant her a long and glo­ri­ous reign

In peace and qui­et­ness.

Bless

Lord

Thy ho­ly Church

With heav’n­ly graces bless.

That it may flour­ish and abound

In love and god­li­ness.

Bishops and cler­gy bless;

Holy

and grave

and wise

Faithful and zea­lous may they be

In all their min­is­tries.

Our an­cient min­sters bless

Where deep-toned or­gans peal;

And vil­lage church­es ’mong the trees

Where peace­ful pea­sants kneel.

Our schools of learn­ing bless

Our col­leges and halls;

May pi­ety and wis­dom dwell

Ever with­in their walls!

Counsel in sen­ates give

Justice and law main­tain;

And make con­ten­tment in all hearts

And loy­al­ty to reign.

Our fleets and ar­mies bless

With cour­age from on high;

And in all just and right­eous wars

Give them the vic­to­ry.

The wi­dow de­so­late

The child­ren fa­ther­less

All who in grief and sor­row are

Comfort

O Lord

and bless.

The err­ing and in sin

All

Lord

who from Thee stray

Bring them

O bring them back again

To Thy most ho­ly way.

All who to hea­then climes

Go forth and preach Thy Word

Bearing glad tid­ings of good things

Speed them

and help them

Lord.

May all who sit in gloom

Thy glo­ri­ous light behold

One faith

one Fa­ther

and one Lord

One Shep­herd

and one fold!

So may we all with Christ

To high­est Heav’n as­cend

And hal­le­lu­jahs sing to Thee

In glo­ry with­out end.