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.

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

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.

3 Let the loud cannon cease to roar,
The warlike trump no longer sound;
The din of arms be heard no more,
Nor human blood pollute the ground:
4 Let hostile troops drop from their hands
The useless sword, the glittering spear;1
And join in friendship's sacred bands,
Nor one dissentient voice be there.
5 Thus save, O LORD! a sinking land;
Millions of tongues shall then adore,
Resound the honours of thy name,
And spread thy praise from shore to shore.

T

BEDDOME.

531 L. M. Wareham 117. Redemption 243. Old Hundred 100.

Praise for National Peace, Psalm xlvi. 9.

1 GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies, A word of thy 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 reigns, And war resounds its dire alarms, And slaughter spreads the hostile plains; 3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down, And marks their course, and bounds their pow'r; Thy word the angry nations own,

And 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;

And 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.

532 L. M. Horsely 205. Bramcoate 8. Thanksgiving for National Deliverance, and Improvement of it, Luke i. 74, 75.

1 PRAISE to the LORD, who bows his ear
Propitious to his people's prayer,

And tho' deliverance long delay,
Answers in his well-chosen day.
2 Salvation doth to God belong;

His power and grace shall be our song:
The tribute of our love we bring
To thee, our Saviour, and our King.
3 Our temples, guarded from the flame,
Shall echo thy triumphant name,
And every peaceful private home
To thee a temple shall become.
4 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy honour'd sight;
Hence in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour to persevere.

533 L: M. Wells 102. Redemption 243. Delivering Goodness acknowledged, 2 Cor. i. 10. A Song for the 5th of November,

1 PRAISE to the LORD, whose mighty hand So oft reveal'd hath sav'd our land;

And, when united nations rose,

Hath sham'd and scourg'd our haughtiest foes.

2 When mighty navies from afar

To Britain wafted floating war,

His breath dispersed them all with ease,
And sunk their terrors in the seas.*

3 While for our princes they prepare
In caverns deep a burning snare;
Spanish Armadu, 1588.

He shot from heaven a piercing ray, And the dark treachery brought to day* 4 Princes and priests again combine New chains to forge, new snares to twine; Again our gracious GoD appears,

And breaks their chains, and cuts their snares. 5 Obedient winds at his command

Convey his Herot to our land;

The sons of Rome with terror view, And speed their flight when none pursue. 6 Such great deliverance God hath wrought, And down to us salvation brought; And still the care of guardian Heaven Secures the bliss itself hath given. 7 In thee we trust, Almighty LORD! Continu'd rescue to afford:

Still be thy powerful arm made bare,

For all thy servants' hopes are there.
DR. DODDRIDGE.

534 L. M. Ailie Street 241. Langdon 217.

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For the 5th of November.

thee, Almighty God! we bring The humble tribute of our songs; O teach our thankful hearts to sing, Or praise will languish on our tongues. 2 While Britain (favour'd of the skies) Recalls the wonder God hath wrought; Let grateful joy adoring rise,

And warm to rapture every thought.

power,

3 When Hell and Rome combin'd their And doom'd these isles their certain prey, Thy hand forbade the fatal hour,

Their impious plots in ruin lay.

4 Again our restless cruel foes

Resum'd, avow'd their black design;

*Gunpowder Plot, 1605. † King William, 1889.