- O God the throne of Thy glory,
Shall for ever exist;
Our parents all are very poor,
Give us Thy blessings now.
- As it please Thee to make us poor;
We now beseech Thee Lord
To be our Master and our Friend.
When we are in the world.
- We know that we belong to Thee,
And we are called by Thee,
We are but strangers now make us
Thy chosen children be.
- Come Thou Our Shepherd visit us,
Preserve Thy little flock;
Lead us with Thy rod and Thy staff,
We children of Thy flock. Amen.