6 Then shall my soul, O gracious Gop! (While angels join the lay), Admitted to the bless'd abode,

Its endless anthems pay- }

7 Thro' heaven, howe'er remote the bound,
Thy matchless love proclaim,

And join the choir of saints that sound
Their great Redeemer's name.

524 (2d P.) 112. Claybury 310. Pearce 269. The Heart and Hope of pious Old Age.

IN age and feebleness extreme,

Who shall a sinful worm redeem?
JESUS, my only hope thou art,
Strength of my failing flesh and heart;
O, could I catch a smile from thee,
And drop into Eternity!

C. WESLEY.

FAST AND THANKSGIVING DAYS.

8

525 C. M.

Carolina 13.

Windsor 247:

For a Public Fast.

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

'Tis 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! and why is Britain spar'd,
Ungrateful as we are?

O make thy awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries, Forbear.

4 What num'rous crimes increasing rise
Through this apostate isle!

What land so favour'd of the skies,
And yet what land so vile!

5 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine
For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name!

6 Regardless of thy smile or frown,
Their pleasures they require;

And sink with gay indifference down
To everlasting fire.

70 turn us, turn us, mighty LORD!
By thy resistless
grace;

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

8 Then should insulting foes invade,
We shall not sink in fear;
Secure of never-failing aid,
If GoD our GOD is near.

526

C. M. Abridge 201.

Charmouth 28.

A Hymn for a Fast-day, Gen. xviii. 23–33.

1 WHEN Abram, full of sacred awe,
Before Jehovah stood,

And, with a humble fervent prayer,
For guilty Sodom sued;

2 With what success, what wondrous grace,
Was his petition crown'd!

The LORD would spare, if in the place
Ten righteous men were found.

3 And could a single holy soul
So rich a boon obtain?

Great GOD! and shall a nation cry,
And plead with thee in vain?

4 Britain, all guilty as she is,

Her numerous saints can boast,
And now their fervent prayers ascend,
And can those prayers be lost?

5 Are not the righteous dear to thee,
Now as in ancient times?

Or does this sinful land exceed

Gomorrah in its crimes?

6 Still are we thine, we bear thy name,
Here yet is thine abode;

Long has thy presence bless'd our land;
Forsake us not, O God!

527 L. M. Wareham 117. Portugal 97.

On a Day of Prayer for Success in War.

1 LORD! how shall wretched sinners dare. Look up to thy divine abode?

Or offer their imperfect prayer,
Before a just, a holy GOD?·

2 Bright terrors guard thy awful seat,
And dazzling glories veil thy face;
Yet mercy calls us to thy feet,
Thy throne is still a throne of grace.
3 0 may our souls thy grace adore,
May JESUS plead our humble claim,
While thy protection we implore,
In his prevailing, glorious name,
4 With all the boasted pomp
of war
In vain we dare the hostile field;
In vain, unless the Lord be there;
Thy arm alone is Britain's shield,
5 Let past experience of thy care
Support our hope, our trust invite!
Again attend our humble prayer!
Again be mercy thy delight!

6 Our arms succeed, our councils guide,
Let thy right hand our cause maintain;
Till war's destructive rage subside,
And peace resume her gentle reign.

70 when shall time the period bring

When raging war shall waste no more;
When peace shall stretch her balmy wing:
From Europe's coast to India's shore?

8 When shall the Gospel's healing ray (Kind source of amity divine). Spread o'er the world celestial day?

When shall the nations, LORD! be thine?

528 L. M. Paul's 246.

STEELE.

Dresden 178.

National Judgments deprecated, and National Mercies pleaded for, Amos iii. 1-6.

1

WHILE o'er our guilty land, O LORD!
We view the terrors of thy sword;

Oh! whither shall the helpless fly;
To whom but thee direct their cry?
2 The helpless sinners' cries and tears
Are grown familiar to thine ears;
Oft has thy mercy sent relief,
When all was fear and hopeless grief.
3 On thee, our guardian Gon! we call,
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And is there no deliverance there,
And must we perish in despair?
4 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.
5 We plead thy grace, indulgent GOD!
We plead thy Son's atoning blood;
We plead thy gracious promises,
And are they unavailing pleas?
6 These pleas, presented at thy throne,.
Have brought ten thousand blessings down
On guilty lands in helpless woe;

Let them prevail to save us too.

PRESIDENT DAVIES.

529 C. M. Cambridge New 74. Irish 171.

Thanksgiving for Victory over, our Enemies.

1 TO thee, who reign❜st supreme above, And reign'st supreme below,

Thou God of wisdom, power, and love!
We our successes owe.

2 The thundering horse, the martial band,
Without thine aid were vain;
And victory flies at thy command
To crown the bright campaign.
3 Thy mighty arm unseen was nigh,
When we our foes assail'd;

"Tis thou hast rais'd our honours high,
And o'er their hosts prevail'd.

4 Their mounds, their camps, their lofty towers Into our hands are given,

Not from desert or strength of ours,
But thro' the grace of heaven.

5 What tho' no columns lifted high
Stand deep inscrib'd with praise,
Yet sounding honours to the sky,
Our grateful tongues shall raise.
6 To our young race will we proclaim
The mercies God has shown,
That they may learn to bless his name,
And choose him for their own.

7 Thus, while we sleep in silent dust,
When threatening dangers come,
Their fathers' God shall be their trust,
Their refuge and their home.

530 L. M. Derby 169.

Peace prayed for.

Portugal 97.

1 ON Britain, long a favour'd isle,

Now overwhelm'd with grief and shame,
Deign, mighty God! once more to smile;
The same thy power, thy grace

the same.

2 Let peace descend with balmy wing,
And all its blessings round her shed;
Her liberties be well secur'd,
And commerce lift its fainting head.