God, o'er all supremely bless'd,
God, in Christ made manifest,
God, the Spirit, one in three;
Make Thy children one with Thee.

Let the glory of Thy face,
Let the riches of Thy grace,
Let Thine influence benign,
Sanctify and seal us Thine.

Thou art power, and love, and light,
By that threefold cord unite
All our schools, with large increase,
In Thy covenant of peace.

Then the living, year by year,
Shall recruit our numbers here,
And our dying friends supply
Fresh accessions to the sky.

Till, at mortal life's last stage,
Time himself shall die of age,
Death dethroned, lay down his head
In that grave where lay his dead.

Thence may we, in that dread hour,
Rescued from the tyrant's power,
With thy saints arise, and sing
Christ, Death's Conqueror, Christ Our King.