O God, we pray for all man­kind,
The na­tions far as­tray;
We plead that all Thy grace may find,
In this Thy gra­cious day,
In this Thy gra­cious day.

Thou know­est, Lord, man’s sin­ful state,
The source of hu­man woe,
His ev­il heart, his greed and hate,
But whi­ther can he go?
But whi­ther can he go?

With hum­ble plea on Thee we call
For na­tions in dis­tress;
Of one hast Thou not made us all?
O God, our kin­dred bless,
O God, our kin­dred bless!

Help all the na­tions, near and far,
Awake, Thy glo­ry see;
Behold, the bright and morn­ing star,
The Christ of Cal­va­ry,
The Christ of Cal­va­ry.