4 Here, beneath a virtuous sway,
May we cheerfully obey;
Never feel a tyrant's rod,
Ever own and worship God.

5 Hark! the voice of nature sings
Praises to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,
And the heavenly notes prolong.

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L

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ORD of heaven, and earth, and ocean,
Hear us from thy bright abode,

While our hearts, with true devotion,
Own their great and gracious God.

2 Now with joy we come before thee,
Seek thy face, thy mercies sing;
Lord of life, of light, and glory,

Guard thy Church, thou heavenly King. 3 Health and every needful blessing Are thy bounteous gifts alone; Comforts undeserved possessing, Here we bend before thy throne. 4 Thee, with humble adoration, Lord, we praise for mercies past; Still to this most favoured nation May those mercies ever last.

GOD
OD of our fathers, to thy throne
Our grateful songs we raise;
Thou art our God, and thou alone;
Accept our humble praise.

2 Unnumbered benefits from thee, Are showered upon our land;

Behold! through all our coasts we see,
The bounties of thy hand.

3 Here thou wert once our fathers' guide;
Thou gav'st them here a place,
Where freedom spreads its blessings wide,
O'er all their favoured race.

4 Here, Lord, thy gospel's holy light
Is shed on all our hills;

And, like the rains and dews of night, Celestial grace distils.

5 Still teach us, Lord, thy name to fear, And still our guardian be;

O let our children's children here
For ever worship thee.

LORD, while for all mankind we pray

Of every clime and coast,

O hear us for our native land;

The land we love the most.

2 O guard our shores from every foe;

With peace our borders bless,
Our cities with prosperity,

Our fields with plenteousness. 3 Unite us in the sacred love

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

4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee
Our country we commend;

Be thou her refuge and her trust,
Her everlasting friend.

549

GOD

6s & 4s.

OD bless our native land;
Firm may she ever stand
Through storm and night;

When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of winds and wave,
Do thou our country save,
By thy great might.

2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God above the skies;
On him we wait;

Thou who hast heard each sigh,
Watching each weeping eye,
Be thou for ever nigh;

550

DREA

God save the State.

PUBLIC FASTS.

8s & 7s.

READ Jehovah! God of nations!
From thy temple in the skies,
Hear thy people's supplications;
Now for their deliverance rise.
2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
In thy holy place we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
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 our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression;
Save from spoil thy holy place.

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

'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone,
Our humble hopes depend.

2 Alarming judgments from thy hand,
Thy dreadful power display;

Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And yet we live to pray.

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

What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Despise thy holy name!

4 O bid us turn, Almighty Lord,
By thy resistless grace:

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

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L. M.

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WHILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord, We view the terrors of thy sword, O, whither shall the helpless fly? To whom but thee direct their cry? 2 On thee, our guardian God, we call; Before thy throne of grace we fall; And is there no deliverance there? And must we perish in despair?

3 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn; To our forsaken God we turn;

O, spare our guilty country; spare The Church which thou hast planted here. 4 We plead thy grace, indulgent God; We plead thy Son's atoning blood; We plead thy gracious promises; And are they unavailing pleas?

553

C. M.

COME, let our souls adore the Lord,
Whose judgments yet delay;

Who yet suspends the lifted sword,
And gives us leave 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.

4 Though justice near thy awful throne Attends thy dread command,

Lord, hear thy servants, hear thy Son,
And save a guilty land.

554

S. M.

MOURN, mourn o'er follies past,
The Spirit grieved away;

The Church of God in slumber cast
While night succeeds to day.

2 Mourn, mourn o'er follies past,
O'er sins of deepest dye;