Before the Lord we bow,
The God who reigns above,
And rules the world be­low,
Boundless in pow­er and love.
Our thanks we bring in joy and praise,
Our hearts we raise
To Hea­ven’s high king.

The na­tion Thou hast blest
May well Thy love de­clare,
From foes and fears at rest,
Protected by Thy care.
For this fair land, for this bright day,
Our thanks we pay,
Gifts of Thy hand.

May ev­ery mount­ain height,
Each vale and for­est green,
Shine in Thy Word’s pure light,
And its rich fruits be seen!
May ev­ery tongue be tuned
To praise, and join to raise
A grate­ful song.

Earth, hear thy mak­er’s voice,
Thy great Re­deem­er own;
Believe, ob­ey, re­joice,
And wor­ship Him alone.
Cast down thy pride,
Thy sin de­plore and bow be­fore
The Cru­ci­fied.

And when in pow­er He comes,
O may our na­tive land,
From all its rend­ing tombs,
Send forth a glo­ri­ous band.
A count­less throng, ev­er to sing
To Hea­ven’s high king
Salvation’s song.