And when they trod the win-try strand, With prayer and psalm they worshipped Thee. A-MEN.

2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the And where their pilgrim feet have trod, prayer;

The God they trusted guards their Thy blessing came, and still its power

graves. Shall onward through all ages bear The memory of that holy hour. 4 And here Thy name, O God of love,

Their children's children shall adore, 3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God Till these eternal hills remove,

Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And spring adorns the earth no more.

2 He sends His showers of blessings down

To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,

And corn in valleys grow.

4 His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,

Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,

In icy fetters bound.

3 His steady counsels change the face 5 He sends His word, and melts the snow, Of the declining year ;

The fields no longer mourn ; He bids the sun cut short his race,

He calls the warmer gales to blow, And wintry days appear.

And bids the spring return.
6 The changing wind, the flying cloud,

Obey His mighty word:
With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise

ye the sovereign Lord.

Ye boundless realms of joy, Ex - alt your Maker's fame; His praise your song em

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Heav'n above; Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, For all bove;

Heav'n a-bove;

Great God, we sing that mighty hand, By which sup - port

The open-ing year Thymer - cy shows : Let mer - cy crown it till