November 2000, Volume 6, Issue 4

Thought For The Month

The Pilgrim Fathers

O God, beneath Thy guiding hand
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea;
And when they had trod the wintry strand,
With prayer and psalm they worshipped Thee.

Thou heard'st, 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, O, God of love,
Their children's children shall adore,
Till those eternal hills remove,
And spring adorns the earth no more.

- Leonard Bacon