Hear us, O Lord, from Hea­ven Thy dwell­ing place:
Like them of old, in vain we toil all night,
Unless with us Thou go, who art the Light,
Come then, O Lord, that we may see Thy face.

Thou, Lord, dost rule the rag­ing of the sea,
When loud the storm and fu­ri­ous is the gale:
Strong is Thine arm; our lit­tle barks are frail:
Send us Thy help; re­mem­ber Ga­li­lee.

Our wives and child­ren we com­mend to Thee:
For them we plough the land and plough the deep;
For them by day the gold­en corn we reap,
By night the sil­ver har­vest of the sea.

We thank Thee, Lord, for sun­shine, dew and rain,
Broadcast from Hea­ven by Thine al­migh­ty hand—
Source of all life, un­num­bered as the sand—
Bird, beast, and fish, herb, fruit and gold­en grain.

O Bread of Life, Thou in Thy Word hast said,
Who feeds in faith on Me shall ne­ver die!
In mer­cy hear Thy hung­ry child­ren’s cry—
Father, give us this day our dai­ly bread!

Sow in our hearts the seeds of Thy dear love,
That we may reap con­tent­ment, joy, and peace;
And when at last our earth­ly la­bors cease,
Grant us to join Thy har­vest home above.