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Juftly might this polluted Land,
Prove all the vengeance of thy Hand,
But view us, Lord, with pitying Eye,
And lay thy lifted Thunder by.

Forgive the Follies of our Times,
And purge our Land of all its Crimes,
Reform'd and deck'd with Grace divine,
Let Princes, Priests, and People, fhine.

Behold, thy Childrens Tears and Moan,
Nor turn away their fecret Groan,
With these we join in humble Pray'r,
Our Nation fhield, our Country spare.

HYMN

CCXXXVII.

For His Majesty King George, &c.

ORD, thou haft bid thy People Pray,
For all that bear the Sov'reign fway,
And thy Vicegerents Reign,

Rulers, and Governors and Powers,
And Lo! in Faith we Pray for ours,
Nor can we Pray in vain.

Jefus, thy chofen Servant guard,
And every threat'ning Danger ward,
From his anointed Head;

Bid all his Griefs and Troubles ceafe,
And thro' the Paths of Heavenly Peace,
To Life eternal lead.

Cover his Enemies with fhame,
Defeat their proud malicious Aim,
Their baffled Hopes destroy:
But shower on him thy Bleffings down,
Crown him with Grace, with Glory crown,
And everlasting Joy.

Secure us of his Royal race,
A Man to ftand before thy Face,
And exercise thy Power :

With Wealth, Profperity and Peace,
Our Nation and our Church to bless,
Till Time fhall be no more.

C

HYMN

CCXXXVIII.

PSALM CXXIV. Victory over Enemies.

Hildren of God rejoice,

Lift up! lift up your Voice!

Tho' Thunders roar ;

Put Robes of Gladnefs on,

Tell what the Lord hath done,
O Sound his Name alone,
From Shore to Shore.

Sing, O devoutly Sing,
The Conquefts of your King,
His Crofs difplay:

His Triumphs fpread abroad,
The Glories of your God,
The Saviour's precious Blood,
Who won the Day.

Your

Your chearful Tongues Employ,
In Hymns of Holy Joy:
The Fight is o'er,

The happy Day is come,

Satan receiv'd his doom,

And Chrift reigns on the Throne,

Reigns evermore.

Glory, O Lord to Thee,
Who giveft Victory,

O glorious Power!

(No Sword, nor Shield, nor Bow,)
Thou didft our Foes o'erthrow,
We give Thee Glory now,
Victorious Power!

We all had furely dy'd,
But thou waft on our Side,
And mad'ft them fall:
O what have we deferv'd?
But bleffed be the Lord,
Who fpake the mighty Word,
O praise him all.

HYMN

CCXXXIX.

God prais'd by all his Creatures,

RAISE to the God who arch'd the Sky,
Is the high Notes that wake my Tongue,

PR

Praise to the God who reigns on high,
Shall be the cadence of my Song;

Celes

Celeftial Worlds! your Maker's Name
Refound thro' e'ery fhining Coaft;
Our God a greater Praise will claim,
Where he unfolds his Glories moft.

Mortals can you refrain your Tongue?
When Nature all around you fings;
O for a Shout from Old and Young,
From humble Swains and lofty Kings;
Wide as his vaft Dominion lies,

Make the Creator's Name be known,
Loud as his Thunder fhout his Praife,
And Sound it lofty as his Throne.

Jehovah! 'tis a glorious Word,
O may it dwell on every Tongue,
But Saints who beft have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest Song;
Speak of the Wonders of that Love,
Which Gabriel plays on every Chord,
From all below and all above,
Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord.

C

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OME, Thou Almighty King,
Help us thy Name to fing,
Help us to praise !

Father All-glorious,
O'er all Victorious!

Come, and reign over us,
Antient of Days.

Jefus

Jefus our Lord, arife,
Scatter our Enemies,

And make them fall!

Let thine Almighty Aid
Our fure Defence be made,
Our Souls on thee be ftay'd,
Lord, hear our Call!

Come, thou Incarnate Word,
Gird on thy mighty Sword,
Our Pray'r attend !

Come and thy People blefs,
And give thy Word Succefs,
Spirit of Holiness,

On us defcend.

Come Holy Comforter,
Thy Sacred witness bear
In this glad Hour!
Thou who Almighty art,
Now rule in ev'ry Heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of Pow'r.

To the Great One in Three,
Eternal Praises be,
Hence-Evermore!

His Sov'reign Majefty,

May we in Glory fee,
And to Eternity,

Love and Adore.

HYMN

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