Creative Spirit, Source of Life,
And Father whom we trust,
Keep us and keep our state from strife
Through deeds to all men just.
Teach us that each, though poor or base,
Is yet a child of Thine,
And born, whate’er his rank or race,
Or wheresoe’er his dwelling-place,
To destiny divine.
Let not one nation’s pride of might
On other nations prey
With brute-like hosts that boast a right
To plunder and to slay.
If one land’s war-lord claim his own
To be Thy Spirit’s call,
Teach men that no God so made known,
No God of but one land alone,
Was ever God of all.
Grant all, oh Lord, through lives of love,
A glory to attain
As far as heaven’s could be above
What earthly battles gain.
Grant all, wherever patriots view
Their country’s flag unfurled,
The right to think that service due
God’s country calls for patriots too
Whose country is the world.