O Thou ! to whom the grateful song
Of prayer and praise is due,
Hear, we entreat, our childish throng,
And grant Thy blessing too.

On those who from Thy holy word
Precepts divine instil,
And teach us how to love Thee, Lord,
And do thy holy will;

On such, O Lord! Thy mercies shed,
Who, in this world of woe,
Like fountains with fresh waters fed,
Bear blessings as they flow.

May we, beside them planted, bow
To Thee, the source of love!
And drawing nurture from below,
Breathe sunshine from above.

Then shall we, while on earth we live,
To thine a comfort be;
And wither, but through death to live
An endless life with Thee!