God of the na­tions, who from dawn of days,
Hast led Thy peo­ple in their wid­en­ing ways,
Through whose deep pur­pose stran­ger thou­sands stand
Here in the bor­ders of our pro­mised land.

Thine an­cient might re­buked the Pha­raoh’s boast
Thou wast the shield for Is­rael’s march­ing host,
And, all the ag­es through, past crum­bling throne
And brok­en fet­ter, Thou hast brought Thine own.

Thy hand has led across the hun­gry sea
The ea­ger peo­ples flock­ing to be free,
And, from the breeds of earth, Thy si­lent sway
Fashions the na­tion of the broa­den­ing day.

Then, for Thy grace to grow in bro­ther­hood,
For hearts aflame to serve Thy des­tined good,
For faith, and will to win what faith shall see,
God of Thy peo­ple, hear us cry to Thee.