Great Maker of Unnumbered Worlds

Great Mak­er of un­num­bered worlds

And whom un­num­bered worlds adore—

Whose good­ness all Thy crea­tures share

While na­ture trem­bles at Thy pow­er—

Thine is the hand that moves the spheres

That wakes the wind

and lifts the sea;

And man

who moves the lord of earth

Acts but the part as­signed by Thee.

While sup­pli­ant crowds im­plore Thine aid

To Thee we raise the hum­ble cry;

Thine al­tar is the con­trite heart

Thine in­cense the re­pent­ant sigh.

O

may our land

in this her hour

Confess Thy hand

and bless the rod

By pe­ni­tence make Thee her friend

And find in Thee a guard­ian God.