God of the prophets’ power!

God of the gospel’s sound!

Move glorious on—send out thy voice

To all the nations round.

2 With hearts and lips unfeigned,

We bless thee for thy word;

We praise thee for the joyful news,

Which our glad ears have heard.

3 O may we treasure well

The counsels that we hear,

Till righteousness and holy joy

In all our hearts appear.

4 Water the sacred seed,

And give it large increase;

May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns,

Prevent the fruits of peace.

5 And though we sow in tears,

Our souls at last shall come,

And gather in our sheaves with joy,

At heaven’s great harvest-home.