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PROVIDENCE.
That little band of shepherd men
Who left their flocks with Thee,
And, strong in heart, went boldly forth
To make our mountains free—
Thy hand was with their steadfast worth,
And they won the victory.
Who left their flocks with Thee,
And, strong in heart, went boldly forth
To make our mountains free—
Thy hand was with their steadfast worth,
And they won the victory.
And they, the saints of later time,
Who dwelt in places lone,
And wandering exiles for their faith,
Through toil and famine, fight and death,
Their martyr crowns have won.
'Twas Thou preserved their fleeting breath,
And they sit beneath Thy throne.
Who dwelt in places lone,
And wandering exiles for their faith,
Through toil and famine, fight and death,
Their martyr crowns have won.
'Twas Thou preserved their fleeting breath,
And they sit beneath Thy throne.
Forsake us not, but as of old
So let our spirits be,
And give us still the courage bold
To keep our mountains free,
And our ancestral faith to hold,
Wherewith to worship Thee.
So let our spirits be,
And give us still the courage bold
To keep our mountains free,
And our ancestral faith to hold,
Wherewith to worship Thee.
The cattle on a thousand hills,
The feeble and the small,
We leave throughout the silent night,
Nor fear lest harm befall;
For Thou, who blest the patriarch's store,
Wilt guard and keep them all.
The feeble and the small,
We leave throughout the silent night,
Nor fear lest harm befall;
For Thou, who blest the patriarch's store,
Wilt guard and keep them all.
Praise from the mountain's lordly crest,
Praise from the valley lone,
For all our daily blessedness,
For our bright ones who are gone,
To Thee, the mightiest, wisest, best,
The great Eternal One!
Praise from the valley lone,
For all our daily blessedness,
For our bright ones who are gone,
To Thee, the mightiest, wisest, best,
The great Eternal One!
Providence.
Just as a mother, with sweet, pious face,
Yearns towards her little children from her seat,
Gives one a kiss, another an embrace,
Takes this upon her knees, and on her feet:
And while from actions, looks, complaints, pretences,
She learns their feelings, and theii- various will,
To this a look, to that a word dispenses,
And, whether stern or smiling, loves them still
Yearns towards her little children from her seat,
Gives one a kiss, another an embrace,
Takes this upon her knees, and on her feet:
And while from actions, looks, complaints, pretences,
She learns their feelings, and theii- various will,
To this a look, to that a word dispenses,
And, whether stern or smiling, loves them still