Thou Lord of hosts, Whose guiding hand
Has brought us here before Thy face,
Our spirits wait for Thy command,
Our silent hearts implore Thy peace.

Those spirits lay their noblest powers
As offerings on Thy holy shrine.
Thine was the strength that nourished ours;
The soldiers of the cross are Thine.

While watching on our arms at night
We saw Thine angels around us move.
We heard Thy call, we felt Thy light,
And followed, trusting, to Thy love.

Send us wherever Thou wilt, O Lord!
Through rugged toil and wearying fight.
Thy conquering love shall be our sword,
And faith in Thee our truest might.

Send down Thy constant aid, we pray.
Be Thy pure angels with us still.
Thy truth, be that our firmest stay;
Our only rest, to do Thy will.