Thy throne, O God, in righteousness,

For ever shall endure;

We bow before it; deign to bless

The children of the poor.

Thy wisdom fix'd our lowly birth,

Yet we Thy goodness share;

Still make us while we dwell on earth,

The children of Thy care.

Strangers to Thee, though Thine by name,

We hear Thy welcome voice,

And gather'd from the world, became

The children of Thy choice.

Thou art our Shepherd;--glorious God,

Thy little flock behold;

And guide us by Thy staff and rod,--

The children of Thy fold.

We praise Thy Name that we were brought

To this delightful place,

Where we are watch'd, and warn'd, and taught,--

The children of Thy grace.

O may our friends, Thy servants here,

Meet all our souls above,

And they and we in heaven appear,

The children of Thy love!