Anthem text
I. To the Trinity

Let all men sing thy praise, O tell it all around.
To God on high we raise our voice in joyful sound.
The silver moon, the stars, the sun and gentle show’rs,
The beauty of the earth, the birds, the trees, the flow’rs,
Sing praise to thee, O Lord, and chant in one accord.
Holy, holy, holy, art thou, Lord Sabbaoth.
There’s no other God but thee, Lord most high, Father holy.

But more than sun and stars, we, in thine image wrought,
Shall praise thy holy name, in word and deed and thought.
O give us strength, we pray to love, as thou hast taught us,
And may we always feel the peace that thou hast brought us.
Then let us sing to thee, thou Blessed Trinity.
Holy, holy, holy, art thou, Lord Sabbaoth.
There’s no other God but thee, Lord most high, Father holy.

II. The Ascension

When thou the mortal fight hadst won,
and to thy throne ascended,
thy earthly task, thy suff’ring ended.
O fill us with thy heav’nly fire,
like thy disciples lead us,
with all thy grace do us inspire,
within heav’nly manna feed us.

O Lord, the Life, thou, and the Way,
the Truth thou art, immortal,
O help us, lead us to thy portal.
And though our sins are manifold,
and though we are unworthy,
lead us Good Shepherd, to thy fold;
may we in heaven find thee.

III. Sleep in Peace

Sleep in peace, all weary souls,
and forget your cares and sorrow.
Trust God’s love and gentle care,
he’ll sustain you for tomorrow.
All your anxious fears now ceace.
Sleep in peace.

Sleep in peace, and close your eyes,
angels o’er you watch are keeping,
night has fallen, all is still,
and the weary world is sleeping.
But God’s love will never cease.
Sleep in in peace.

IV. The Holy Spirit

Come, Holy Spirit, heav’nly dove,
send us thy blessings from above,
thou love’s eternal spirit.
Our sins and faults are manifold,
thy mercies are untold,
O, thy kingdom we’ll inherit.
Lord so glorious, all victorious
free from chains of earthly prison,
now in glory hast thou risen.

Thou keep’st my soul not athirst in vain;
to plants awaiting long the rain
thou sendest gentle show’rs,
send hope and trust to us, O Lord,
that we may drink thy holy word,
O Lord, like morning dew the flow’rs.
Righteous living is our striving
seeing all men our brothers,
loving ourselves as we love others.

–Music and text by Clarence Mader
(based on melodies by J.W. Franck)