Lord of the hearts of men,
Thou hast vouch­safed to bless,
From age to age, Thy chos­en saints
With fruits of ho­li­ness.

Here faith, and hope, and love
Reign in sweet bond al­lied;
There, when this lit­tle day is o’er,
Shall love alone abide.

O Love, O truth, O light!
Light ne­ver to de­cay!
O rest from thou­sand la­bors past!
O end­less Sab­bath day!

Here, amid cares and tears,
Bearing the seed we come;
There, with re­joic­ing hearts, we bring
Our har­vest bur­dens home.

Give, migh­ty Lord di­vine,
The fruits Thy­self dost love;
Soon shalt Thou, from Thy judg­ment seat,
Crown Thine own gifts above.