2 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.

3 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.

4 And here Thy name, O God of Love,
Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal hills remove,

And spring adorns the earth no more.

1. There is a land of pure de-light, Where saints im-mor

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