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 heard'st, well-pleased, the song, the prayer
Thy blessing came and still its pow'r
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 shall adore
Till these eternal hills remove
And spring adorns the earth no more
This hymn contains a bit of a history lesson.
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