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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;
And corn in valleys grow.
4 His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
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.
Obey His mighty word:
ye the sovereign Lord.
Ye boundless realms of joy, Ex - alt your Maker's fame; His praise your song em
A. bove the star - ry frame: Your voic-es raise, ye cher - u - bim And
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is fed and wa. tered By God's al - mighty Hand. He sends the snow in
ter, The warmth to swell the grain, The breez-es and the sun
Heav'n above; Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, For all bove;