1. 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.

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

3. 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.

4. 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.