God of our fathers, unto Thee

1 God of our fathers, unto Thee
Our fathers cried in danger's hour,
And then Thou gavest them to see
The acts of Thine Almighty power.
They cried to Thee, and Thou didst hear;
They called on Thee and Thou didst save;
And we, their sons, today draw near
Thy Name to praise, Thy help to crave

Refrain:
Lord God of Hosts, uplift Thine hand,
Protect and bless our Fatherland.

2 Thine is the Majesty, O Lord,
And Thine dominion over all;
When Thou commandest, at Thy word
Great kings and nations rise or fall.
For eastern realms, for western coasts,
For islands wash'd by many a sea,
The praise be given, O God of Hosts,
Not unto us but unto Thee. [Refrain]

3 If in Thy grace Thou should'st allow
Our fame to wax thro' coming days,
Still grant us humbly, then as now,
Thy help to crave, Thy Name to praise.
Not all alike in speech or birth,
Alike we bow before Thy throne;
Our fatherland throughout the earth
Our Father's noble acts we own. [Refrain]

Source: The Church Hymnal: containing hymns approved and set forth by the general conventions of 1892 and 1916; together with hymns for the use of guilds and brotherhoods, and for special occasions (Rev. ed) #573

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #1942