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Keluaran 15:13

Keluaran 23:16

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Keluaran 15:13

• [Kel 15:13] O God, Beneath Thy Guiding Hand

  O God, beneath Thy guiding hand Our exiled fathers crossed the sea; And when they trod the wintry strand, With prayer and psalm they worshipped Thee. Thou heardest, 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 still adore, Till these eternal hills remove, And spring adorns the earth no more.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Kel 15:13] To Thee, O God, Whose Guiding Hand

  To Thee, O God, whose guiding hand Our fathers led across the sea, And brought them to this barren shore, Where they might freely worship Thee— To Thee, O God, whose arm sustained Their footsteps in this desert land, Where sickness lurked, and death assailed And foes beset on every hand— To Thee, O God, we lift our eyes, To Thee our grateful voices raise, And, kneeling at Thy gracious throne, Devoutly join in hymns of praise. Our fathers’ God, incline Thine ear, And listen to our heartfelt prayer; Surround us with Thy heavenly grace, And guard us with Thy constant care. Our fathers’ God, in Thee we’ll trust, Sheltered by Thee from every harm; We’ll follow where Thy hand shall guide, And lean on Thy sustaining arm.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Keluaran 23:16

• [Kel 23:16] To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise

  To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise in hymns of adoration, To Thee bring sacrifice of praise with shouts of exultation. Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, the hills with joy are ringing, The valleys stand so thick with corn that even they are singing. And now, on this our festal day, Thy bounteous hand confessing, Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay the firstfruits of Thy blessing. By Thee all human souls are led with gifts of grace supernal; Thou, who gives us our daily bread, give us the bread eternal. We bear the burden of the day, and often toil seems dreary; But labor ends with sunset ray, and rest comes for the weary. May we, the angel reaping over, stand at the last accepted, Christ’s golden sheaves, forevermore to garners bright elected. O blessèd is that land of God where saints abide forever, Where golden fields spread fair and broad, where flows the crystal river. The strains of all its holy throng with ours today are blending; Thrice blessèd is that harvest song which never hath an ending.

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  source: Cyberhymnal