Lord God of hosts, whose migh­ty hand
Dominion holds on sea and land,
In peace and war Thy will we see
Shaping the larg­er li­ber­ty;
Nations may rise and na­tions fall,
Thy change­less pur­pose rules them all.

When death flies swift on wave or field,
Be Thou a sure de­fense and shield;
Console and suc­cor those who fall,
And help and heart­en each and all.
O hear a peo­ple’s pray­ers for those
Who fear­less face their coun­try’s foes.

For those who weak and brok­en lie
In wea­ri­ness and ago­ny—
Great Heal­er, to their beds of pain
Come, touch and make them whole again.
O hear a peo­ple’s pray­ers, and bless
Thy ser­vants in their hour of stress!

For those to whom the call shall come,
We pray Thy ten­der wel­come home:
The toil, the bit­ter­ness, all past,
We trust them to Thy love at last.
O hear a peo­ple’s pray­ers for all
Who, nob­ly striv­ing, nob­ly fall!

For those who min­is­ter and heal,
And spend them­selves, their skill, their zeal,
Renew their hearts with Christ­like faith,
And guard them from dis­ease and death;
And in Thine own good time, Lord, send
Thy peace on earth till time shall end.