Now before Thee, Lord, we gather To receive Thy precious Word; Let Thy grace in showers, O Father, On our parchèd hearts be poured. Send Thy Holy Spirit o’er us, With Thy quick’ning fire restore us, At Thy table spread before us Fill our hung’ring souls, dear Lord.
May Thy Word, to us now given, Be retained in hearts contrite; On the narrow way to Heaven Lead us in Thy perfect light. Hush, within us, all commotion, Silence each disturbing notion; May we, Lord, with true devotion Use this hour of grace aright.
Of the time may we avail us, When to seek us Thou art near; Soon the day of grace may fail us, And no message more we hear. Turn our minds to meditation On our need of Thy salvation; Urge on all Thine invitation— To our prayer incline Thine ear.
O Master of the waking world, Who hast the nations in Thy heart, The heart that bled and broke to send God’s love to earth’s remotest part: Show us anew in Calvary The wondrous power that makes us free.
On every side the walls are down, The gates swing wide to every land, The restless tribes and races feel The pressure of Thy piercèd hand; Thy way is in the sea and air, Thy world is open everywhere.
We hear the throb of surging life, The clank of chains, the curse of greed, The moan of pain, the futile cries Of superstition’s cruel creed; The peoples hunger for Thee, Lord, The isles are waiting for Thy Word.
Thy witness in the souls of men, Thy Spirit’s ceaseless, brooding power, In lands where shadows hide the light, Await a new creative hour: O mighty God, set us aflame To show the glory of Thy Name.
God of our fathers, unto Thee Our fathers cried in danger’s hour, And then Thou gavest them to see The acts of Thine almighty power. They cried to Thee, and Thou didst hear; They called on Thee, and Thou didst save; And we their sons today draw near Thy Name to praise, Thy help to crave.
Lord God of hosts, uplift Thine hand, Protect and bless our fatherland.
Thine is the majesty, O Lord, And Thine dominion over all; When Thou commandest, at Thy word Great kings and nations rise or fall. For eastern realms, for western coasts, For islands washed by every sea, The praise be giv’n, O God of hosts, Not unto us, but unto Thee.
If in Thy grace Thou should’st allow Our fame to wax through coming days, Still grant us humbly, then as now, Thy help to crave, Thy Name to praise. Not all alike in speech or birth, Alike we bow before Thy throne; One fatherland throughout the earth Our Father’s noble acts we own.