Praise to Our God, Whose Bounteous Hand

Praise to our God

whose boun­te­ous hand

Prepared of old our glo­ri­ous land;

A gar­den fenced with sil­ver sea;

A people pros­per­ous

strong

and free.

Praise to our God; through all our past

His migh­ty arm hath held us fast;

Till wars and per­ils

toils and tears

Have brought the rich and peace­ful years.

Praise to our God; the vine He set

Within our coasts is fruit­ful yet;

On many a shore her off­shoots grow;

’Neath ma­ny a sun her clus­ters glow.

Praise to our God; His pow­er alone

Can keep un­moved our an­cient throne

Sustained by coun­sels wise and just

And guard­ed by a peo­ple’s trust.

Praise to our God

who still for­bears

Who still this sin­ful nation spares

Who calls us still to seek His face

And length­ens out our day of grace.

Praise to our God; through chast­en­ings stern

Our ev­il dross should tho­rough­ly burn

His rod and staff

from age to age

Shall rule and guide His her­it­age!