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.