Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace,

And mark the conquests of thy grace;

Complete the work thou hast begun,

And let thy will on earth be done.

2 O, show thyself the Prince of Peace;

Command the din of war to cease;

O, bid contending nations rest,

And let thy love rule every breast!

3 Then peace returns with balmy wing;

Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing;

Reviving commerce lifts her head,

And want, and woe, and hate, have fled.

4 Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord,

All move subservient to thy word;

O, soon let every nation prove

The perfect joy of Christian love!