To thy great name, O Prince of peace,
Our grateful songs we raise:
Accept, thou Sun of righteousness,
The tribute of our praise.

In widow’d state these walls no more
Their mourning weeds shall wear;
Thy messenger shall joy restore,
And ev’ry loss repair.

Thy providence our souls admire,
With joy its windings trace;
And shout, in one united choir,
The triumphs of thy grace.

Our happy union, Lord, maintain,
Here let thy presence dwell;
And thousands, loos’d from Satan’s chain,
Raise from the brink of hell.

Distressed churches pity, Lord,
Their dismal breaches close,
Their sons unite in sweet accord,
And troubled minds compose.

In all be purity maintain’d,
Peace like a river flow;
And pious zeal, and love unfeign’d,
In ev’ry bosom glow.