Maker of Earth, to Thee Alone

Maker of earth

to Thee alone

Perpetual rest be­longs;

And the bright choirs around Thy throne

May pour their end­less songs.

But we—ah ho­ly now no more!

Are doomed to toil and pain;

Yet ex­iles on an ali­en shore

May sing their coun­try’s strain.

Father

whose pro­mise binds Thee still

To heal the sup­pli­ant throng

Grant us to mourn the deeds of ill

That ban­ish us so long.

And

while we mourn

in faith to rest

Upon Thy love and care

Till Thou re­store us with the blest

The song of Heav­en to share.

O God the Fa­ther

God the Son

And God the Ho­ly Ghost

To Thee be praise

great Three in One

From Thy cre­at­ed host.