Thou Gracious Power

Thou gra­cious Pow­er

whose mer­cy lends

The light of home

the smile of friends

Our fa­mi­lies in Thine arms en­fold

As in the peace­ful days of old.

Wilt Thou not hear us while we raise

In sweet ac­cord of so­lemn praise

The voices that have min­gled long

In joy­ous flow of mirth and song?

For all the bless­ings life has brought

For all its sor­row­ing hours have taught

For all we mourn

for all we keep

The hands we clasp

the loved that sleep.

The noon­tide sun­shine of the past

These brief

bright mo­ments fad­ing fast

The stars that gild our dark­en­ing years

The twi­light ray from ho­li­er spheres.

We thank Thee

Fa­ther; let Thy grace

Our nar­row­ing circle still em­brace

Thy mer­cy shed its heav­en­ly store

Thy peace be with us ev­er­more.