O God, Beneath Thy Guiding Hand

1O 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.

2Thou heard~est, 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.

3Laws, 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.

4And 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.