Hear Us, O Lord

Hear us

O Lord

from Heav­en Thy dwell­ing place:

Like them of old

in vain we toil all night

Unless with us Thou go

who art the Light

Come then

O Lord

that we may see Thy face.

Thou

Lord

dost rule the rag­ing of the sea

When loud the storm and fu­ri­ous is the gale:

Strong is Thine arm; our lit­tle barks are frail:

Send us Thy help; re­mem­ber Ga­li­lee.

Our wives and child­ren we com­mend to Thee:

For them we plough the land and plough the deep;

For them by day the gold­en corn we reap

By night the sil­ver har­vest of the sea.

We thank Thee

Lord

for sun­shine

dew and rain

Broadcast from Heav­en by Thine al­migh­ty hand—

Source of all life

un­num­bered as the sand—

Bird

beast

and fish

herb

fruit and gold­en grain.

O Bread of Life

Thou in Thy Word hast said

Who feeds in faith on Me shall nev­er die!

In mer­cy hear Thy hung­ry child­ren’s cry—

Father

give us this day our dai­ly bread!

Sow in our hearts the seeds of Thy dear love

That we may reap con­tent­ment

joy

and peace;

And when at last our earth­ly la­bors cease

Grant us to join Thy har­vest home ab­ove.