How do you praise God for protection?

From the realm of fragrant flowers—

From the land of golden bowers—

Where the fairest roses bloom,

Wafting forth their rich perfume—

Come we here to add our mite

To the cause of Truth and Right—

With our influence to bless

Those who seek happiness.

Meekly as a little dove,

Do we come to teach you love—

And to guide you to our skies,

To our sunny Paradise.

Christ—the Meek and Lowly Man—

Bids us all to do what we can

To bring back the darkened soul

To his all-expansive fold!

Faithfully shall we pursue

What our hands now find to do,

That we all may closer rest,

On dear Jesus' gentle breast.