Lord, from far se­vered climes we come
To meet at last in Thee, our home.
Thou who hast been our guide and guard,
Be still our hope, our rich re­ward.

Defend us, Lord, from ev­ery ill;
Strengthen our hearts to do Thy will;
In all we plan, and all we do,
Still keep us to Thy ser­vice true.

O let us hear th’in­spir­ing word
Which they of old at Hor­eb heard.
Breathe to our hearts the high com­mand:
Go on­ward and pos­sess the land.

Thou who art light, shine on each soul!
Thou who art truth, each mind con­trol!
Open our eyes and make us see
The path which leads to Heav’n and Thee.