God of Our Fathers, to Thy Throne

God our fa­thers

to Thy throne

Our grate­ful songs we raise;

Thou art our God

and Thou alone—

Accept our hum­ble praise.

Unnumbered be­ne­fits from Thee

Are show­ered up­on our land;

Behold! through all our coasts we see

The boun­ties of Thy hand.

Here Thou wert once the pil­grims’ guide;

Thou gav’st them here a place

Where free­dom spreads its bless­ings wide

O’er all their fa­vored race.

Here

Lord

Thy Gos­pel’s ho­ly light

Is shed on all our hills;

And

like the rains and dews of night

Celestial grace dis­tills.

Still teach us

Lord

Thy name to fear

And still our guard­ian be;

O let our child­ren’s child­ren here

Forever wor­ship Thee.