O’er the Trackless Ocean Guided

O’er the track­less ocean guid­ed

By Thy hand our fa­thers came;

They

O Lord

in Thee con­fid­ed

Loved Thy day

rev­ered Thy name;

Nor would we

their faith des­pis­ing

False to their de­vo­tion be

But

on wings of pray­er aris­ing

Lift our con­trite hearts to Thee.

In the new land

wild and lone­ly

Rude the homes which they up­raised;

There they sought un­to Thee on­ly

There Thy love and mer­cy praise;

In our fair­er ha­bi­ta­tions

May their zeal in us in­crease

While Thy gra­cious co­nso­la­tions

Prove our ev­er­last­ing peace.

Destined for their fa­thers’ plac­es

Age on un­til the end

Keep

O keep

our child­ren’s fac­es

Turned to Thee

our change­less friend;

And may all who boon of Heav­en

Now or ev­er­more shall crave

Know on earth Thy bless­ing giv­en

Glory find be­yond the grave.