Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when, like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3We are his people; we his care;
Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,