God of mercy, do thou never

From our offering turn away,

But command a blessing ever

On the memory of this day.

2 Light and peace do thou ordain it;

O’er it be no shadow flung;

Let no deadly darkness stain it,

And no clouds be o’er it hung.

3 May the song this people raises,

And its vows to thee addressed,

Mingle with the prayers and praises

That thou hearest from the blest.

4 When the lips are cold that sing thee,

And the hearts that love thee, dust,

Father, then our souls shall bring thee

Holier love and firmer trust.