Lord Jesus, let Thy watchful care
Thy faithful love, our brethren tend;
Their hearts sustain, their way prepare
And safely guide them to the end.

Be with them on the stormy deep;
Be with them in the silent hour;
By sea or land, awake, asleep,
Be Thou their Helper, Strength, and Tower.

Maintain them through their earthly strife,
So running as to win the race;
Each holding forth the Word of Life,
A light to lighten future days.

Go, brethren, go! with cheerful voice
We bid you go—a blessed leav’n—
Go, win the country of your choice
For truth, and liberty, and Heav’n.