O, may our steadfast bosoms bear
The stamp of heaven,—an upright heart,
Above the mean disguise of art!
5 May our expanded souls disclaim
The narrow view, the selfish aim;
But with a Christian zeal embrace
Whate’er is friendly to our race.
6 O Father! grace and virtue grant;
No more we wish, no more we want:
To know, to serve Thee, and to love,