Verse 1

OUR Father, by whose servants Our house was built of old, Whose hand hath crowned her children With blessing manifold, For thine unfailing mercies Far-strewn along our way, With all who passed before us, We praise Thy Name to-day.

Verse 2

The changeful years unresting Their silent course have sped, New comrades ever bringing In comrades’ steps to tread; And some are long forgotten, Long spent their hopes and fears; Safe rest they in thy keeping, Who changest not with years.

Verse 3

They reap not where they labored; We reap what they have sown; Our harvest may be garnered By ages yet unknown. The days of old have dowered us With gifts beyond all praise; Our Father, make us faithful To serve the coming days.

Verse 4

Before us and beside us, Still holden in thine hand A cloud unseen of witness, Our elder comrades stand: One family unbroken, We join, with one acclaim, One heart, one voice uplifting, To glorify Thy Name.

History of Our Father By Whose Servants Our House