To Thee our God we fly,

For mercy and for grace;

O hear bur lowly cry,

And hide not Thou Thy face!

Arise, O Lord of hosts;

Be jealous for Thy name,

And drive from out our coasts

The sins that put to shame.

Thy best gifts from on high

In rich abundance pour,

That we may magnify

And praise Thee more and more.

The pow’rs ordained by Thee

With heav’nly wisdom bless;

May they Thy servants be,

And rule in righteousness.

The church of Thy dear Son

Inflame with love’s pure fire;

Bind her once more in one,

And life and truth inspire.

The pastors of Thy fold

With grace and pow’r endue,

That, faithful, pure, and bold,

They may be pastors true.

O let us love Thy house

And sanctify Thy day,

Bring unto Thee our vows

And loyal homage pay.

Give peace, Lord, in our time;

O let no foe draw nigh,

Nor lawless deed of crime

Insult Thy majesty.

Though weak and wayward, still

Thy people, Lord, are we;

And for our God we will

None other have but Thee.