Jesus, Our Gracious Lord

Jesus

our gra­cious Lord

We come to Thee

And for our land we plead

Thine let it be;

O send the truth abroad

Thou glo­ri­ous Son of God

Where’er man’s foot hath trod

From sea to sea.

O let Thy king­dom spread

Our broad land o’er;

From lakes to south­ern gulf

Where surg­es roar;

And may the dist­ant west

With Thine own peace be blessed

To where the wave’s white crest

Breaks on the shore.

And when these fleet­ing years

Are all gone by;

When earth and sea shall burn

And fade away;

Our com­ing Thou shalt greet

As

at Thy pierc­èd feet

A ran­somed world shall meet

No more to die.