1.⁠O God, beneath thy guiding hand,
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea;
And when they trod the wintry strand,
With prayer and psalm they worship'd thee.
2.⁠Thou heard'st, 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.
3.⁠Laws, freedom, truth, 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.
4.⁠And here thy name, O God of love,
Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal hills remove,
And spring adorns the earth no more. Amen.