Lord, let thy goodness lead our land,

Still saved by thine almighty hand,

The tribute of its love to bring

To thee, our Saviour and our King.

2 Let every public temple raise

Triumphant songs of holy praise;

Let every peaceful, private home,

A temple, Lord, to thee become.

3 Still be it our supreme delight

To walk as in thy glorious sight;

Still in thy precepts and thy fear,

Till life’s last hour to persevere.