To thee, who reign’st supreme above,
And reign’st supreme below,
Thou God of wisdom, power, and love
We our successes owe.

The thundering horse, the martial band
Without thine aid were vain;
And victory flies at thy command,
To crown the bright campaign.

Thy mighty arm, unseen, was nigh,
When we our foes assail’d;
‘Tis thou hast rais’d our honours high,
And o’er their hosts prevail’d.

To our young race will we proclaim,
The mercies GOD has shown;
That they may learn to bless thy name
And choose him for their own.

Thus, while we sleep in silent dust,
When threat’ning dangers come,
Their Father’s GOD shall be their trust,
Their Refuge and their home.