Goodly Were Thy Tents, O Israel

Goodly were thy tents

O Is­ra­el

Spread along the riv­er’s side;

Bright thy star

which rose pro­phet­ic

Herald of do­min­ion wide;

Fairer are the homes of free­men

Scattered o’er our broad do­main;

Brighter is our ris­ing day­star

Ushering in a pur­er reign.

Welcome to the glo­ri­ous free­dom

Which our fa­thers hi­ther brought;

Welcome to the price­less trea­sure

Which with con­stant faith they sought!

See

from ev­ery na­tion ga­ther­ing

Swarming my­ri­ads throng our coasts

Hear

with stea­dy steps ad­vanc­ing

Ceaseless tread of count­less hosts.

God of na­tions! Our pre­serv­er

Hear our pray­ers

our coun­sels bless;

Lift o’er all Thy ra­di­ant ban­ner

On these souls Thy love im­press;

From Thy throne of end­less bless­ing

O’er our land Thy Spir­it pour;

In the gran­deur of Thine em­pire

Reign su­preme from shore to shore.