Classic Poem

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 for 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.