Thou Lord of Hosts

Thou Lord of hosts

whose guid­ing hand

Has brought us here be­fore Thy face

Our spir­its wait for Thy com­mand

Our si­lent hearts im­plore Thy peace.

Those spir­its lay their nob­lest pow­ers

As of­fer­ings on Thy ho­ly shrine.

Thine was the strength that nour­ished ours;

The sol­diers of the cross are Thine.

While watch­ing on our arms at night

We saw Thine an­gels around us move.

We heard Thy call

we felt Thy light

And fol­lowed

trust­ing

to Thy love.

Send us wher­ev­er Thou wilt

O Lord!

Through rug­ged toil and wea­ry­ing fight.

Thy con­quer­ing love shall be our sword

And faith in Thee our tru­est might.

Send down Thy con­stant aid

we pray.

Be Thy pure an­gels with us still.

Thy truth

be that our firm­est stay;

Our on­ly rest

to do Thy will.