God of Our Fathers, unto Thee

God of our fa­thers

un­to Thee

Our fa­thers cried in dan­ger’s hour

And then Thou gav­est them to see

The acts of Thine al­migh­ty pow­er.

They cried to Thee

and Thou didst hear;

They called on Thee

and Thou didst save;

And we their sons to­day draw near

Thy name to praise

Thy help to crave.

Lord God of hosts

up­lift Thine hand

Protect and bless our fa­ther­land.

Thine is the ma­jes­ty

O Lord

And Thine do­min­ion ov­er all;

When Thou com­mand­est

at Thy word

Great kings and na­tions rise or fall.

For east­ern realms

for west­ern coasts

For is­lands washed by ev­ery sea

The praise be giv’n

O God of hosts

Not un­to us

but un­to Thee.

If in Thy grace Thou should’st allow

Our fame to wax through com­ing days

Still grant us hum­bly

then as now

Thy help to crave

Thy name to praise.

Not all alike in speech or birth

Alike we bow be­fore Thy throne;

One fa­ther­land through­out the earth

Our Fa­ther’s no­ble acts we own.