Father of all! to Thee we raise
The feeble tribute of our praise;
O, turn to us a willing ear,
And in Thy glorious heaven hear!

The " times and seasons," in Thine hand,
With plenteous gladness fill the land;
And rolling years, as fast they move,
Proclaim Thy goodness, power, and love.

The blades of spring, the leaves of June,
The fostering sun, and ripening moon,
The searing frost, the mantling snow,
Thy wondrous skill and wisdom show.

Now, in the garner of the year,
Our hearts are warmed with bounteous cheer;
And here, beside our festal board,
Be Thou, the Giver good, adored.

We thank Thee for a home, and friends,
For light and life Thy mercy lends;
For rulers from oppression free;
For this, the land of Liberty!

Thou wert our fathers' God, and Thou
The only one to whom we bow;
Thus, to our children ever be,
The same, and they the same to Thee.
O, may New-England ever share
Thy smiling love, Thy guardian care!
Be Thou her guard, Eternal One,
While mountains stand, and rivers run.