Not for the pro­phet tongue of fire,
Nor voice of trum­pet tone,
We lift our pray­er, im­mor­tal Sire,
For him be­fore Thy throne.

We ask for wis­dom’s gifts and grace,
The heart alive to love,
The ear­nest zeal to save our race,
All self­ish aims above.

Lord, bless him now! by ho­ly rite,
We con­se­crate to Thee!
Make to his eye the chief de­light
Christ’s pros­per­ing work to see.

Bold let him be for truth and man,
For God and right­eous­ness!
Free let him speak the Gos­pel plan,
And the whole truth con­fess.

Be cloud and fire about his way,
Till Ca­naan’s land is trod!
Then o’er his grave Thy Church shall say,
He led us to our God!