For the might of thine arm, (Tanworth)

For the might of Thine arm we bless Thee, our God, our fathers’ God;
Thou hast kept Thy pilgrim people by the strength of Thy staff and rod;
Thou hast called us to the journey which faithless feet ne’er trod;
For the might of Thine arm we bless Thee, our God, our fathers’ God.

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 Thine arm we bless Thee, our God, our fathers’ God.

We are watchers of a beacon whose light must never die;
We are guardians of an altar that shows Thee ever nigh;
We are children of Thy freemen who sleep beneath the sod;
For the might of Thine arm we bless Thee, our God, our fathers’ God.

May the shadow of Thy presence around our camp be spread;
Baptize us with the courage Thou gavest to our dead;
O keep us in the pathway their saintly feet have trod;
For the might of Thine arm we bless Thee, our God, our fathers’ God.