DUKE STREET L.M. |
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PATRIOTIC |
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, 0 God of love,
Their children's children shall adore, Till these eternal hills remove, And spring adorns the earth no more.
O God, beneath Thy guiding hand |
Leonard Bacon, 1833 | John Haton (d. 1793) |