This be our story then, in that far day

This be our story then, in that far day, When others come their kindred debt to pay: In that far day?—O what shall be, In this dominion of the free, When we and ours have rendered up our trust, And men unborn shall tread above our dust? O what shall be?—He, He alone, The dread response can make, Who sitteth on the only throne, That time shall never shake; Before whose all-beholding eyes Ages sweep on, and empires sink and rise. Then let the song to Him begun, To Him in reverence end: Look down in love, Eternal One, And Thy good cause defend; Here, late and long, put forth Thy hand, To guard and guide the Pilgrim's land.