1 Great Maker of unnumbered worlds,
And whom unnumbered worlds adore—
Whose goodness all Thy creatures share,
While nature trembles at Thy power—
2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;
And man, who moves the lord of earth,
Acts but the part assigned by Thee.
3 While suppliant crowds implore Thine aid,
To Thee we raise the humble cry;
Thine altar is the contrite heart,
Thine incense the repentant sigh.
4 O, may our land, in this her hour,
Confess Thy hand, and bless the rod,
By penitence make Thee her friend,
And find in Thee a guardian God.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #7846