And death and ruin strow the ground,
To thee we look, on thee we call,
The Parent and the Lord of all.
2Thou, who hast stamped on human kind
The image of a heaven-born mind,
And in a Father's wide embrace
Hast cherished all the kindred race,--
3Great God, whose powerful hand can bind
The raging waves, the furious wind,
O, bid the human tempest cease,