God of our lives—past, and to be,
God of the earth, the land and sea,
With all Thy works, we worship Thee.
In humble faith our souls would bear
To Thee our every weight of care,
And all the burden of our prayer.
But with what language can we raise
A fitting tribute to Thy praise,
And celebrate Thy works and ways?
Fresh blessings, countless as the sand,
Flow as perpetual from Thy hand
As do the waves upon the strand.
More deep and boundless than the sea,
Thy love from all eternity
Sides every inlet full and free.
On this Pacific shore we meet,
This Temple-Grove our pilgrim feet
Draws to its sacred calm retreat.
Make us to feel Thy presence near,
And with Thy goodness crown the year
Whose harvest fruits are offered here.
Our “Feast of Tabernacles” bless,
Hallow these tents and cottages
With peace, and joy, and righteousness.
A host from many a church and land,
We would, with loyal heart and hand,
For Christ our King united stand.
Thou who hast led us all our days,
O’er fertile plains and desert ways,
Be here an _altar_ to Thy praise!