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

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.

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.