Before You, Lord, we bow, 
Our God who reigns above
And rules the world below,
    Boundless in pow’r and love.
Our thanks we bring
    In joy and praise,
    Our hearts we raise
To You, our King!
 
The nation You have blest
    May well Your love declare,
From foes and fears at rest,
    Protected by Your care.
For this bright day,
    For this fair land—
    Gifts of Your hand—
Our thanks we pay.
 
May ev’ry mountain height,
    Each vale and forest green,
Shine in Your Word’s pure light,
    And its rich fruits be seen!
May ev’ry tongue
    Be tuned to praise
    And join to raise
A grateful song.
 
Earth, hear your Maker’s voice;
    Your great Redeemer own;
Believe, obey, rejoice,
    And worship Him alone.
Cast down your pride,
    Your sin deplore,
    And bow before
The Crucified.
 
And when in pow’r He comes,
    Oh, may our native land
From all its rending tombs
    Send forth a glorious band,
A countless throng,
    With joy to sing
    To heav’n’s high King
Salvation’s song!