Thy People, Lord of Many Lands and Nations

Thy peo­ple

Lord

of many lands and na­tions

In ev­en­ing praise are met to wait Thy will;

Weak men and wo­men

liv­ing by Thy pa­tience—

Be ve­ry pa­tient still.

Suffer us

yet

O Lord

a lit­tle long­er;

With all our brok­en pur­pos­es of good—

Suffer us yet

and make our spir­its strong­er

To serve Thee as we should.

Be with us all

dear Lord

guard Thou our sleep­ing;

If any wak­en

tem­per Thou the gloom

Of night’s dark watch­es qui­et in Thy keep­ing

Until the day shall come.

Call us to la­bor blithe­ly on the mor­row

With morn­ing fac­es and with morn­ing hearts;

Or if the day that dawns be marked for sor­row

Nerve us to bear our parts.