And death removed their loved and dearest ones;
But how their God sustained them thro’ their grief
And made them a great people, and that now,
When we behold their populous towns, their lands
Of rich fertility, and happy homes,
We know the Lord had led them here for good,
And prospered all their hands had sought to do.
’Tis the sweet morn of early youth that fits
Our hearts for useful life; let but our home
Be the resort of love and peace, of trust