Gracious Father, guard Thy children 
From 
the foe’s destructive power; 
Save, 
O save them, Lord, from falling 
In 
this dark and trying hour. 
Thou 
wilt surely prove Thy people, 
All 
our graces must be tried; 
But 
Thy world illumes our path-way, 
And 
in God we still confide. 
2 
We 
are in the time of waiting; 
Soon 
we shall behold our Lord, 
Wafted 
far away from sorrow, 
To 
receive our rich reward. 
Keep 
us, Lord till Thine appearing, 
Pure 
unspotted from the world; 
Let 
Thy Holy Spirit cheer us 
Til 
Thy banner is unfurled. 
3 
With 
what joyful exaltation 
Shall 
the saints Thy banner see, 
When 
the Lord for whom we’ve waited 
Shall 
proclaim the jubilee! 
Freedom 
from this world’s populations; 
Freedom 
from all sin and pain; 
Freedom 
from the wiles of Satan, 
And 
from death’s destructive reign.
