Creator and Preserver, God!
To Thee our songs of praise we bear;
Our health, our hope, our soul's abode!
Our Guide to heav'n, our Saviour here.
Our path 'midst doubt and danger is-
Be Thou its sun! Whate'er betide,
Or thorns of woe, or flow'rs of bliss;
We look to Thee, our Friend, our Guide.
Conduct us as Thou wilt-we know
Thou canst not wander nor mislead;
And in Thy presence while we go,
Our way is bright and blest indeed.
Not long our journey-soon on earth
The trav'ller's pilgrimage is o'er;
Death hangs upon a mortal's birth-
And life's dull pathway tires no more.
Creator and Preserver! Thine
Be it to smooth our onward way:
Upon Thy children's footsteps shine,
And lead them to heav'n's ceaseless day.