Lord God of Hosts, Whose Mighty Hand

Lord God of hosts

whose migh­ty hand

Dominion holds on sea and land

In peace and war Thy will we see

Shaping the larg­er li­ber­ty;

Nations may rise and na­tions fall

Thy change­less pur­pose rules them all.

When death flies swift on wave or field

Be Thou a sure de­fense and shield;

Console and suc­cor those who fall

And help and heart­en each and all.

O hear a peo­ple’s pray­ers for those

Who fear­less face their coun­try’s foes.

For those who weak and brok­en lie

In wea­ri­ness and ago­ny—

Great Heal­er

to their beds of pain

Come

touch and make them whole again.

O hear a peo­ple’s pray­ers

and bless

Thy serv­ants in their hour of stress!

For those to whom the call shall come

We pray Thy ten­der wel­come home:

The toil

the bit­ter­ness

all past

We trust them to Thy love at last.

O hear a peo­ple’s pray­ers for all

Who

nob­ly striv­ing

nob­ly fall!

For those who min­is­ter and heal

And spend them­selves

their skill

their zeal

Renew their hearts with Christ­like faith

And guard them from dis­ease and death;

And in Thine own good time

Lord

send

Thy peace on earth till time shall end.