Thou fram­er of the light and dark,
Steer through the tem­pest Thine own ark;
Amid the howl­ing win­try sea,
We are in port if we have Thee.

The rul­ers of this Chris­tian land,
’Twixt Thee and us or­dained to stand,
Guide Thou their course, O Lord, aright;
Let all do all as in Thy sight.

O God the Fa­ther, God the Son,
And God the Spir­it, Three in One,
Hear Thou in Heav’n Thy child­ren’s cry,
And in our hour of need be nigh.