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| WHAT praise is on our lips, what cheer | |
| To Him, who sitteth on His throne? | |
| Firm master of the changing year, | |
| Who leads us on from zone to zone, | |
| He gave to us His sacred cause— | 5 |
| The practice of His ancient laws. | |
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| From lands far off our fathers came, | |
| Lone pilgrims of a thousand years, | |
| To bear the burden of a name | |
| Amid new ways and unlaid fears— | 10 |
| Still rings His message and His cause: | |
| To teach all men His sacred laws. | |
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| No warring hosts our grand-sires marched, | |
| Sword-bound and panting for the spoil, | |
| Long suffering from want, and parched, | 15 |
| They mixed their heart throbs with the soil | |
| That here, beneath these skies, His cause | |
| Might live in men and be their laws. | |
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| The law of love was in their heart, | |
| Made warm through grief, grown strong through pain, | 20 |
| They mingled at the wharf and mart | |
| Unweaponing the strife of gain— | |
| To make all men uphold His cause | |
| And write upon their hearts His laws. | |
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| Long years are done. And we this day | 25 |
| Praise Him who prospered land and men; | |
| Our star of glory fades away | |
| To spaces hidden from our ken, | |
| Unless each one espouse His cause, | |
| Whose love gave us the Book of Laws. | 30 |
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| O Lord, who guided Israel’s host | |
| Across strange seas, to shores unknown, | |
| Without Thee all our hope is lost | |
| And seaward all our pomp is blown:— | |
| Still stands the edict of His cause | 35 |
| Proclaimed of old in Sinai’s laws. | |
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