Here, where past generations Gave God the glory due, Where wise men genuflected Toward the good and true; We too, in search of wisdom For these decisive days, Offer the God who made us Our act of Christian Praise. How great the debt we owe them, Those people of the past! How many an honest craftsman Created things that last! Against what odds our fathers Fount courage to be free, Our boundless skies above them, And their feet the sea! By time's relentless justice We shall in turn become The former generation Who made this land their home. In truth may it be spoken When in our mistakes are slain: They never sold the future For quick or easy gain. May God who calls us daily To serve him here on earth, Help us to find through worship What is of lasting worth: To end the sad dissensions That wreck the good begun, And seek no private heaven Until his will is done.