Our hymn of gratitude we raise;
With humble heart, and bending knee,
We offer Thee our song of praise.
Thy Name we bless, Almighty God,
For all the kindness Thou hast shown
To this fair land the Pilgrims trod-
This land we fondly call our own.
We pray Thee let the gospel light
Through all our land its radiance shed;
Dispel the shades of error's night,
And heavenly blessings round us spread.
Great God, preserve us in Thy fear;
In danger still our Guardian be;
O spread Thy truth's bright precepts here;
Let all the people worship Thee.
A.A. Woodhull, 1829
God reigns over the nations.
Psalm 47:8
