Here, where all climes their offerings send,

Here, where all arts their tribute lay,

Before thy presence, Lord, we bend,

And for thy smile and blessing pray.

For Thou dost sway the tides of thought,

And hold the issues in thy hand,

Of all that human toil has wrought,

And all that human skill has plann’d.

Thou lead’st the restless Power of Mind

O’er destiny’s untrodden field,