To realms beyond the sound­ing sea,
Thy hand has led our sons afar;
Lord, give them grace to live for Thee;
Be still their shield and guid­ing star.

Bless with suc­cess their dai­ly toils;
Strength for each hour’s de­mands im­part;
With fruit­ful sea­sons, ge­ni­al soils,
O give a grate­ful, trust­ing heart.

Though ex­iled from the fa­ther­land,
Its tem­ple-homes of praise and pray­er,
May they, on yon­der dist­ant strand,
A house for God with glad­ness rear.

There make the plac­es of Thy feet
Most glo­ri­ous—there Thy grace dis­play;
That my­ri­ads thence Thy smile may greet,
When Hea­ven and earth have passed away.