God of grace, O let Thy light
Bless our dim and blind­ed sight;
Like the day-spring on the night,
Bid Thy grace to shine.

To the na­tions led as­tray
Thine eter­nal love dis­play:
Let Thy truth di­rect their way
Till the world be Thine.

Praise to Thee, the faith­ful Lord;
Let all tongues in glad ac­cord
Learn the good thanks­giv­ing word,
Ever prais­ing Thee.

Let them moved to glad­ness sing,
Owning Thee their judge and king;
Righteous truth shall bloom and spring
Where Thy rule shall be.

Praise to Thee, all faith­ful Lord;
Let all tongues in glad ac­cord
Speak the good thanks­giv­ing word,
Heart re­joic­ing praise.

So the fruit­ful earth’s in­crease,
Bounty of the God of peace,
Never in its course shall cease
Through the length of days;

While His grace our life shall cheer,
Furthest lands shall own His fear,
Brought to Him in wor­ship near,
Taught His mer­cy’s ways.