Lord, from far severed climes we come
To meet at last in Thee, our home.
Thou who hast been our guide and guard,
Be still our hope, our rich reward.
Defend us, Lord, from every ill;
Strengthen our hearts to do Thy will;
In all we plan, and all we do,
Still keep us to Thy service true.
O let us hear th’inspiring word
Which they of old at Horeb heard.
Breathe to our hearts the high command:
Go onward and possess the land.
Thou who art light, shine on each soul!
Thou who art truth, each mind control!
Open our eyes and make us see
The path which leads to Heav’n and Thee.