God of the na­tions, hear our call;
Thou who art Fa­ther of us all;
Show us our part in Thy great plan
For the vast bro­ther­hood of man.

In plas­tic form the na­tions lie;
For mold­ing un­to us they cry;
May we their ur­gent sum­mons heed
And glad­ly go to meet their need.

May we, a na­tion blessed with light,
Be ev­er tru­er to the right,
That na­tions in our life may see
The pow­er which we de­rive from Thee.

Thus, as Thy king­dom com­eth here,
Shall it through­out the world draw near;
And loy­al­ty to coun­try then
Shall reach out to in­clude all men.