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8 And why, great God, are we thus spared,
Ungrateful as we are !
While mercy cries,-Forbear! 40 turn us, turn us, blessed Lord,
By thine almighty grace;
And ever seek thy face. 5. Hear thou our prayers, and grant us aid;
Bid wars forever cease :
And bless our land with peace. 1019
9th P. M. 87, 87, Pardon implored for national sins. READ Jehovah ! God of nations!
Hear thy people's supplications ;
Now for their delivrance rise,
In thy holy place we bend;
Hear'us, spare us, and defend. 8 Though our sins, our hearts confonnding
Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding;
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. 4 Let that mercy veil transgression;
Let that blood onr guilt efface: Save thy people from oppression;
Save from spoil thy holy place. 1020
C. M. Iinpending judgments. COME, let our souls adore the Lord,
; Who yet suspends the lifted sword,
And gives us time to pray.
2 Great is our guilt, our fears are great,
But let us not despair; Still open is the mercy-seat
To penitence and prayer. 3 Kind Intercessor, to thy love
This blessed hope we owe: O let thy merits plead above,
While we implore below.
Attends thy dread command,
And save a guilty land. 1021
S. M. The day of vengeance. SINNERS, the call obey
? The day is come, the vengeful day
or a devoted race: Devils and men combine
To plague the faithless seed, And phials full of wrath divine
Are bursting on your head. 2 Enter into the Rock,
Ye trembling slaves of sín-
And cleft to take you in :
He did the cross endure; Enter into the clefts, and rest
In Jesus' wounds secure. 1022
S. M. Continued.Our help cometh from the Lord. JESUS, to thee we fly
From the devouring sword; Our city of defence is nigh;
Our help is in the Lord.
Or if the scourge o'erflow,
And laugh at innocence,
Shall be our souls' defence.
And on thy promise stay;
Shall be to us a prey:
Above the furious blast,
Till all the storms are past.
80 may our more harmonious tongue
Our hymn of gratitude we raise ;
We offer thee our song of praise.
For all the kindness thou hast shown
This land we fondly call our own.
And casts her soft and hallow'd ray;
In safety through their dang 'rous way. 4 We praise thee that the gospel's light
Through all our land its radiance sheds ; Dispels the shades of error's night,
And heavenly blessings round us spreads. 6 Great God, preserve us in thy fear;
In danger still our guardian be; 0, spread thy truth's bright precepts here;
Let all the people worship thee.
Proclaim thy constant care.
The sower hid the grain,
And sent the early rain.
The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine
The plants in beauty grew;
And the refreshing dew.
Matured the swelling grain;
And plenty fills the plain.
Thy hand all nature hails :
Summer nor winter, fails.
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Praise to the God of harvesi.
In loud thanksgiving ruise
The streams rejoice.
Through all the earth;
Amid your mirth.
With sweet accord;
Bless ye the Lord.