To realms beyond the sounding sea, Thy hand has led our sons afar; Lord, give them grace to live for Thee; Be still their Shield and Guiding Star. Bless with success their daily toils; Strength for each hour's demands impart; With fruitful seasons, genial soils, O give a grateful, trusting heart. Though exiled from the fatherland, Its temple-homes of praise and prayer, May they, on yonder distant strand, A house for God with gladness rear. There make the places of Thy feet Most glorious?there Thy grace display; That myriads thence Thy smile may greet, When heaven and earth have passed away.