Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God. Romans 8:39
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.