Well, the delightful day will come
    When my dear Lord will bring me home,
      And I shall see His face;
    Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
    A blest eternity I’ll spend,
      Triumphant in His grace.

O God, beneath Thy Guiding Hand

    O God, beneath Thy guiding hand,
      Our exiled fathers cross’d the sea;
    And when they trod the wintry strand,
      With pray’r and psalm they worshipp’d 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 these eternal hills remove
    And spring adorns the earth no more.

America

    My country, ’tis of thee,
    Sweet land of liberty,
      Of thee I sing;
    Land where my fathers died,
    Land of the pilgrim’s pride,
    From every mountain side
      Let freedom ring.

    My native country, thee,
    Land of the noble free,
      Thy name I love;
    I love thy rocks and rills,
    Thy woods and templed hills;
    My heart with rapture thrills
      Like that above.

    Let music swell the breeze,
    And ring from all the trees
      Sweet freedom’s song;
    Let mortal tongues awake,
    Let all that breathe partake,
    Let rocks their silence break,
      The sound prolong.

    Our fathers’ God to Thee,
    Author of liberty,
      To Thee we sing;
    Long may our land be bright
    With freedom’s holy light;
    Protect us with Thy might,
      Great God our King.

In the Cross of Christ I Glory

    In the cross of Christ I glory,
      Towering o’er the wrecks of time;
    All the light of sacred story
      Gathers round its head sublime.

    When the woes of life o’ertake me,
      Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
    Never shall the cross forsake me: 
      Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

    When the sun of bliss is beaming
      Light and love upon my way,
    From the cross the radiance streaming,
      Add more luster to the day.

    Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
      By the cross are sanctified;
    Peace is there that knows no measure,
      Joys that through all time abide.

Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah

    Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
      Pilgrim thro’ this barren land;
    I am weak, but Thou art mighty;
      Hold me with Thy pow’rful hand;
        Bread of heaven,
    Feed me till I want no more.