To Thee Our God We Fly

To Thee our God we fly

For mer­cy and for grace;

O hear our low­ly cry

And hide not Thou Thy face.

O Lord

stretch forth Thy migh­ty hand

And guard and bless our fa­ther­land.

Arise

O Lord of hosts!

Be jea­lous of Thy name

And drive from out our coasts

The sins that put to shame.

Thy best gifts from on high

In rich abun­dance pour

That we may mag­ni­fy

And praise Thee more and more.

The pow­ers or­dained by Thee

With heav­en­ly wisd­om bless;

May they Thy serv­ants be

And rule in right­eous­ness.

The Church of Thy dear Son

Inflame with love’s pure fire

Bind her once more in one

And life and truth in­spire.

The pas­tors of Thy fold

With grace and pow­er endue

That faith­ful

pure and bold

They may be pas­tors true.

O let us love Thy house

And sanc­ti­fy Thy day

Bring un­to Thee our vows

And loy­al hom­age pay.

Give peace

Lord

in our time;

O let no foe draw nigh

Nor law­less deed of crime

Insult Thy ma­jes­ty.

Though vile and worth­less

still

Thy peo­ple

Lord

are we;

And for our God we will

None oth­er have but Thee.