On thy Church, O Pow'r divine!
Cause thy glorious face to shine,
Till the nations, from afar,
Hail her as their guiding star;
Till her light, from zone to zone,
Makes thy great salvation known.
Then shall she, with lavish hand,
Scatter blessings o'er the land;
Earth shall yield her rich increase,
Ev'ry breeze shall whisper peace,
And the world's remotest bound
With the voice of praise resound.