O God, Thou Potentate Of All

1 O God, Thou Potentate of all,
Upon Thy fiat we would call,
And pray that as the die is cast,
Thy grace may guide us to the last!
Grant us a race of stalwart men
To lead in public life again,
Prophetic, noble, grand in dower—
Such, Lord, exalt to thrones of power.

2 Put far from each the selfish aim,
The lure of spoils, the zest of fame;
With single heart and honest hand
May they bear rule throughout the land;
The shows of state, the sport of kings,
May they account but paltry things,
And dedicate their hearts and days
To Thy vast sovereignty and praise.

3 In all their councils and their laws,
Unmoved by scorn or vain applause,
May they seek daily to fulfill
The purpose of Thy perfect will;
And thus, as changing cycles run,
And eras pass from sun to sun,
May righteousness gird all our frame,
And generations bless Thy name!

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14321

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