1 LORD! while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime and coast,

Oh! hear us for our native land,—
The land we love the most.

2 Oh! guard our shore from every foe,
With peace our borders bless,

With prosperous times our cities crown,
Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth and thee;
And let our hills and valleys shout
The songs of liberty.

4 Here may religion, pure and mild,
Smile on our Sabbath hours;
And piety and virtue bless

The home of us and ours.

5 Lord of the nations! thus to thee
Our country we commend;
Be thou her Refuge and her Trust,
Her everlasting Friend.

1 SINCE Jesus freely did appear
To grace a marriage feast;
O Lord! we ask thy presence here,
To make a wedding guest.

2 Upon the bridal pair look down,
Who now have plighted hands;
Their union with thy favor crown,
And bless the nuptial bands.

(1806.)

3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow, Of all rich dowries best;

Their substance bless; and peace bestow,
To sweeten all the rest.

4 In purest love their souls unite,
That they, with Christian care,
May make domestic burdens light,
By taking mutual share.

John Berridge, 1775, v. 4, a.

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1 SEE, gracious God! before thy throne, Thy mourning people bend!

"T is on thy sovereign grace alone,
Our humble hopes depend.

2 Tremendous judgments, from thy hand,
Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

3 Great God! why is our country spared, Ungrateful as we are?

Oh! be thine awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries "Forbear!"

4 How changed, alas! are truths divine, For error, guilt, and shame!

What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name!

5 Oh! turn us, turn us, mighty Lord!
By thy resistless grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.

1 LORD! thou hast scourged our guilty land! Behold thy people mourn!

Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand?
And mercy ne'er return?

2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye,
Earth's haughty towers decay;
Thy frowning mantle spreads the sky,
And mortals melt away.

3 Our Zion trembles at thy stroke,
And dreads thy lifted hand;
Oh! heal the people thou hast broke,
And save the sinking land.

4 Exalt thy banner in the field,

For those that fear thy name;

From barbarous hosts our nation shield, And put our foes to shame.

Joel Barlow, 1786.

669. The Year crowned with Goodness. (1320.)

1 ETERNAL Source of every joy!

Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While, in thy temple, we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.
2 While, as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports the steady pole;
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness, when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Embalms the air and paints the land;
The summer rays, with vigor, shine
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours,
Through all our coasts, redundant stores;
And winters, softened by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and
Demand successive songs of praise; [days,
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With opening light and evening shade.
Philip Doddridge, 1740.

3 With grateful hearts the past we own; The future-all to us unknownWe to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted, or depressed,

Be thou our joy, and thou our rest; Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored, through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt these songs, And seal, in silence, mortal tongues, Our Helper, God, in whom we trust, In better worlds our souls shall boast. Philip Doddridge, 1740.

The New Year.

(1323.)

671. 1 MY HELPER, God! I bless his name; The same his power, his grace the same ; The tokens of his friendly care Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 Amidst ten thousand snares I stand, Supported by his guardian hand; And see, when I survey my ways, Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far his arm hath led me on, Thus far I make his mercy known; And, while I tread this desert land, New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 My grateful soul, on Jordan's shore, Shall raise one sacred pillar more; Then bear, in his bright courts above, Inscriptions of immortal love.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

1 WHILE beauty clothes the fertile vale,
And blossoms on the spray,
And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

2 And, hark! the feathered warblers sing!
'T is nature's cheerful voice;
Soft music hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.

3 How kind the influence of the skies!
These showers, with blessings fraught,
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance, rise,
And fix the roving thought.

4 Oh! let my wondering heart confess,
With gratitude and love,

The bounteous hand that deigns to bless, The garden, field, and grove.

5 That hand, in this hard heart of mine,
Can make each virtue live;

And kindly showers of grace divine,
Life, beauty, fragrance give.

6 O God of nature, God of grace!
Thy heavenly gifts impart,
And bid sweet meditation trace
Spring blooming in my heart.

That shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near!
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year!

3 Not many years their round shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand revealed

To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature! speed your course; Ye mortal powers! decay;

Fast as ye bring the night of death,

Ye bring eternal day.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.