O God, beneath thy guiding hand

O God, beneath thy guiding hand
our exiled fathers crossed the sea;
and when they trod the wintry strand,
with prayer and psalm they worshiped thee.

Thou heardest, well pleased, the song, the prayer:
thy blessing came; and still its power
shall onward, through all ages, bear
the memory of that holy hour.

Laws, freedom, and faith in God
came with those exiles o'er the waves;
and, where their pilgrim feet have trod,
the God they trusted guards their graves.

And here thy Name, O God of love,
their children's children still adore,
till these eternal hills remove,
and spring adorns the earth no more.

Words: Leonard Bacon, 1833

Music: Duke Street

Meter: LM

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