1 For the might of Your arm we bless You,
our God, our fathers’ God;
You have kept Your pilgrim people
by the strength of Your staff and rod;
You have called us to the journey
which faithless feet ne’er trod:
for the might of Your arm we bless You,
our God, our fathers’ God.

2 For the love of Christ constraining
that bound their hearts as one;
for the faith in truth and freedom
in which their work was done;
for the peace of God’s evangel
wherewith their feet were shod:
for the might of Your arm we bless You,
our God, our fathers’ God.

3 We are watchers of a beacon
whose light must never die;
we are guardians of an altar
that shows You ever nigh;
we are children of the ransomed
who sleep beneath the sod:
for the might of Your arm we bless You,
our God, our fathers’ God.

4 May the shadow of Your presence
around our camp be spread;
baptise us with the courage
with which You blessed our dead;
O keep us in the pathway
their saintly feet have trod:
for the might of Your arm we bless You,
our God, our fathers’ God.