Our Fa­ther, by whose ser­vants
Our house was built of old,
Whose hand hath crowned her child­ren
With bless­ing ma­ni­fold,
For Thine un­fail­ing mer­cies
Far-strewn along our way,
With all who passed be­fore us,
We praise Thy name to­day.

The change­ful years un­rest­ing
Their si­lent course have sped,
New com­rades ev­er bring­ing
In com­rades’ steps to tread;
And some are long for­got­ten,
Long spent their hopes and fears;
Safe rest they in Thy keep­ing,
Who chang­est not with years.

They reap not where they la­bored;
We reap what they have sown;
Our har­vest may be gar­nered
By ag­es yet unk­nown.
The days of old have dow­ered us
With gifts be­yond all praise;
Our Fa­ther, make us faith­ful
To serve the com­ing days.

Before us and be­side us,
Still hold­en in Thine hand
A cloud un­seen of wit­ness,
Our el­der com­rades stand:
One fa­mi­ly un­brok­en,
We join, with one ac­claim,
One heart, one voice up­lift­ing
To glo­ri­fy Thy name.