Ancient of Days, who sit­test throned in glo­ry,
To Thee all knees are bent, all voic­es pray;
Thy love has blessed
The wide world’s won­drous story
With light and life since Ed­en’s dawn­ing day.

O Ho­ly Fa­ther, who hadst led Thy child­ren
In all the ag­es, with the fire and cloud,
Through seas dry shod,
Through wea­ry wastes be­wild­er­ing;
To Thee, in re­ver­ent love, our hearts are bowed.

O Holy Je­sus, Prince of Peace and Sav­ior,
To Thee we owe the peace that still pre­vails,
Stilling the rude
Wills of men’s wild be­hav­ior,
And calm­ing pas­sion’s fierce and stor­my gales.

O Ho­ly Ghost, the Lord and the Life­giv­er,
Thine is the quick­en­ing pow­er that gives in­crease;
From Thee have flowed,
As from a plea­sant ri­ver,
Our plen­ty, wealth, pros­pe­ri­ty and peace.

O Tri­une God, with heart and voice ador­ing,
Praise we the good­ness that doth crown our days;
Pray we that Thou
Wilt hear us, still im­plor­ing
Thy love and fa­vor kept to us al­ways.