To Realms Beyond the Sounding Sea

To realms beyond the sound­ing sea

Thy hand has led our sons afar;

Lord

give them grace to live for Thee;

Be still their shield and guid­ing star.

Bless with suc­cess their dai­ly toils;

Strength for each hour’s de­mands im­part;

With fruit­ful sea­sons

ge­ni­al soils

O give a grate­ful

trust­ing heart.

Though ex­iled from the fa­ther­land

Its tem­ple-homes of praise and pray­er

May they

on yon­der dist­ant strand

A house for God with glad­ness rear.

There make the plac­es of Thy feet

Most glo­ri­ous—there Thy grace dis­play;

That my­ri­ads thence Thy smile may greet

When Heav­en and earth have passed away.