Hymns (1948), no. 219
Our God, We Raise to Thee

1. Our God, we raise to thee Thanks for thy blessings free We here enjoy. In this far western land, A true and chosen band, Led hither by thy hand, We sing for joy.

2. Bless thou our prophet dear; May health and comfort cheer His noble heart; His words with fire impress; On souls that thou wilt bless; To choose in righteousness, The better part.

3. So shall thy kingdom spread As by thy prophets said From sea to sea; As one united whole Truth burns in ev’ry soul While hast’ning to the goal We long to see.

4. Oh, may thy Saints be one, Like Father and the Son, Nor disagree. United heart and hand, So may they ever stand, A firm and valiant band, Eternally.