Jesus, our gra­cious Lord,
We come to Thee,
And for our land we plead,
Thine let it be;
O send the truth abroad,
Thou glo­ri­ous Son of God,
Where’er man’s foot hath trod,
From sea to sea.

O let Thy king­dom spread
Our broad land o’er;
From lakes to south­ern gulf,
Where surg­es roar;
And may the dist­ant west
With Thine own peace be blessed,
To where the wave’s white crest
Breaks on the shore.

And when these fleet­ing years
Are all gone by;
When earth and sea shall burn,
And fade away;
Our com­ing Thou shalt greet,
As, at Thy pierc­èd feet,
A ran­somed world shall meet,
No more to die.