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6 For all the good thy grace imparts,
What shall we give Thee? Take our hearts,
For ever shall endure;
The children of the poor.
Yet we thy goodness share;
The children of thy care.
We heard thy welcome voice,
The children of thy choice.
Thy little flock behold,
- The children of thy fold, 5 We praise thy name that we were brought
To this delightful place, Where we are watch'd, and warn’d, and taught,
-The children of thy grace.
Meet all our souls above;
512. L.M.- For a Day of National Humiliation. God's Controversy with Britain stated and pleaded. Micah vi. 1, 2, 3. 1 HEARKEN, ye hills; ye mountains hear;
Jehovah vindicates his laws; Trembling in silence at his bar,
Thou earth, attend thy Maker's cause.
2 Israel, stand forth-present thy plea;
And charge the Almighty to his face;
Say, if defective be his grace. 3 Eternal Judge, the action cease;
Our lips are seal'd in conscious shame: 'Tis our's, in sackcloth to confess,
And thine the sentence to proclaim. 4 Ten thousand witnesses arise,
Thy mercies, and our crimes appear,
And all our dreadful guilt declare. 5 How shall we come before thy face,
And in thine awful presence bow?
Or calm the terrors of thy brow.
Rivers of oil might blaze in vain;
With horrid gore thine altar stain. 7 But thy own Lamb, all-gracious God,
Whom impious sinners dar'd to slay, Hath sovereign virtue in his blood,
To purge the nation's guilt away. 8 With humble faith to that we fly,
With that be Britain sprinkled o’er; Trembling no more in dust we lie,
And dread thy hand and bar no more.
513. L.M.- For a Day of Humiliation in time of War. Deut. xxiii, 9. 1 GREAT God of heaven and nature, rise,
And hear our loud united cries;
2 No arm of Aesh we make our trust;
Nor sword, nor horse, nor ships we boast;
And human force and skill are vain. 3 Our guilt might draw thy vengeance down,
On every shore, on every town;
And'lay thy lifted thunder by. 4 Forgive the follies of our times,
And purge our land of all its crimes;
L.M.- Hymn in time of War. 1 WHILE sounds of war are heard around,
And death and ruin strew the ground;
The Parent and the Lord of all.
The image of a heaven-born mind,
Hast cherish'd all the kindred race. 3 O see, with what insatiate rage
Thy sons their impious battles wage;
And brothers shed their brothers' blood! 4 See guilty passions spring to birth,
And deeds of hell deform the earth;
And love and pity droop forlorn. 5 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind
The raging waves, the furious wind;
6 With reverence may each hostile land,
Hear and obey that high command,
L.M.- Thanksgiving for Peace. 1 GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies!
A word of thine almighty breath Can sink the world, or bid it rise:
Thy smile is life, -thy frown is death! 2 When angry nations rush to arms,
And rage, and noise, and tumult reign; And war resounds its dire alarms,
And slaughter dyes the hostile plain;3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down,
Ånd marks their course, and bounds their
power: Thy law the angry nations own,
Ånd noise and war are heard no more. 4 Then peace returns with balmy wing;
(Sweet peace! with her what blessings fled!) Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing,
Reviving commerce lifts her head. 5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord!
All move subservient to thy will; Both peace and war await thy word,
And thy sublime decrees fulfil. 6 To thee we pay our grateful songs,
Thy kind protection still implore; O, may our hearts, and lives, and tongues, Confess thy goodness and adore!
P.M.- National Thanksgiving. 1 HOW rich thy gifts, Almighty King! From thee our various comforts spring;
The extended trade, the fruitful skies,
NATIONAL THANKSGIVING, SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL.
The blessings liberty bestows,
All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, That pours from every foreign shore;
Science and art their charms display:
As truth and conscience point the way. 3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs;
His power and mercy we proclaim;
And triumph in his mighty name.
O, still may God in Britain reign;
peace and joy her borders bless,
517. L.M.- For
a Day of Prayer for the Revival of Religion.
God entreated for Zion. Isa. lxii. 6.
And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear?
Wilt thou the great Jehovah hear? 2 How shall thy servants give thee rest,
Till Zion's mouldering walls thou raise? Till thy own power shall stand confest,
And make Jerusalem a praise? 3 For this, a lowly suppliant crowd,
Here in thy sacred temple wait:
And call, and knock at mercy's gate.