1. O God, beneath thy guiding hand
2. Thou heardst, well-pleased, the song, the prayer;
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea;
Thy blessing came; and still its power
And, when they trod the wintry strand,
Shall onward through all ages bear
With prayer and psalm they worshipped thee.
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.