Great God, We Sing That Mighty Hand

Great God

we sing that migh­ty hand

By which sup­port­ed still we stand:

The op­en­ing year Thy mer­cy shows

That mer­cy crowns it

till it close.

By day

by night

at home

abroad

Still are we guard­ed by our God

By His in­ces­sant boun­ty fed

By His un­er­ring coun­sel led.

With grate­ful hearts the past we own;

The fu­ture

all to us un­known

We to Thy guard­ian care com­mit

And peace­ful leave be­fore Thy feet.

In scenes ex­alt­ed or de­pressed

Thou art our joy

and Thou our rest;

Thy good­ness all our hopes shall raise

Adored through all our chang­ing days.

When death shall in­ter­rupt these songs

And seal in si­lence mor­tal tongues

Our help­er God

in whom we trust

In bet­ter worlds our souls shall boast.