O God, Thou Potentate of All

O God

Thou Po­ten­tate of all

Upon Thy fi­at we would call

And pray that as the die is cast

Thy grace may guide us to the last!

Grant us a race of stal­wart men

To lead in pub­lic life again

Prophetic

no­ble

grand in dow­er—

Such

Lord

ex­alt to thrones of pow­er.

Put far from each the self­ish aim

The lure of spoils

the zest of fame;

With sin­gle heart and hon­est hand

May they bear rule through­out the land;

The shows of state

the sport of kings

May they ac­count but pal­try things

And de­di­cate their hearts and days

To Thy vast sov­er­eign­ty and praise.

In all their coun­cils and their laws

Unmoved by scorn or vain ap­plause

May they seek dai­ly to ful­fill

The pur­pose of Thy per­fect will;

And thus

as chang­ing cy­cles run

And er­as pass from sun to sun

May right­eous­ness gird all our frame

And ge­ne­ra­tions bless Thy name!