God our fa­thers, to Thy throne
Our grate­ful songs we raise;
Thou art our God, and Thou alone—
Accept our hum­ble praise.

Unnumbered be­ne­fits from Thee,
Are show­ered up­on our land;
Behold! through all our coasts we see,
The boun­ties of Thy hand.

Here Thou wert once the pil­grims’ guide;
Thou gav’st them here a place,
Where free­dom spreads its bless­ings wide,
O’er all their fa­vored race.

Here, Lord, Thy Gos­pel’s ho­ly light
Is shed on all our hills;
And, like the rains and dews of night,
Celestial grace dis­tills.

Still teach us, Lord, Thy name to fear,
And still our guard­ian be;
O let our child­ren’s child­ren here
Forever wor­ship Thee.