From Our Belovèd Nation

From our be­lov­èd na­tion

To hea­then climes afar

The bless­ings of sal­va­tion

The light of Beth­le­hem’s star

Has shed its ray of glad­ness

Where sin’s dark tide doth roll

And from the chains of sad­ness

Has raised the cap­tive soul.

We’ve prayed for ol­ive Chi­na

And for the dark Ka­ren

And wept for fet­tered Bur­ma

With all its ho­ly men.

And asked the God of Heav­en

That to His bless­èd Son

The king­doms might be giv­en—

His will on earth be done.

Then let our pray­ers and of­fer­ings

O Lord

ac­cept­ed be

And those who still are suf­fer­ing

Thy love and glo­ry see.

From wig­wam

hut and ca­bin

May holy in­cense rise

Till Zi­on wafts the chor­us

Salvation

through the skies.