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(414,) C. M.
National security froin God. 1 vain opposing nations rage,
If God with us abide:
And humbles all their pride.
He gives the dread command, And war its desolation spreads
Through every trembling land.
And desolations cease;
And all the world is peace,
Nor dare provoke his rod:
And know that he is God.
"S. M. 687.
In time of war.
And darkness veils the skies. 2 His banners, lifted high,
The nativns' God declare, And, stain'd with blood, with terrors mark'd,
Spread wonder and despair. 3 All earthly, pomp and pride
Are in his presence lost; Empires o'erturn'd, thrones, sceptres, crowns,
• In wild confusion tost.
And desolation wide;
5 Mysterious is the course
Of his tremendous way:
And in the foaming sea.
And from our view conceal'd
In majesty reveal'd!
The deadly wrath of man; And all the windings will unfold
Of his own gracious plan. 8 The sons of tyranny
In ruin shall be hurl'd;
Embrace the new-born world. 688.
On thee our steadfast hope relies;
What aid so present, Lord, as thine? 2 By thee secur'd, no fears we own,
Though earth, convuls'd, beneath us groan,
And whirl her hills into the deep; 3 Though, arm'd with rage, before our eyes
That deep in all its horrors rise,
The mountains tremble at the sound. 4 Behold fair Sion's blest retreat,
Where God has fixt his awful seat;
His chosen residence afford.
His early care cach foe withstands,
L. M. 689.
Prayer for Peace. I WHILE Justice waves her rengefiu hand
'Tremendous o'er a guilty land, Almighty God, thy awful pow'r
With fear and trembling we adore. 2 Where shall we fly but to thy feet?
Our only refuge is thy seat;
And holds thy thunder from our heads, s While peace and plenty blest our days,
Where was the tribute of our praise?
Nor thy long-suffering patience fail. 5 Encourag'd by thy sacred word,
May we not plead thy promise, Lord;
Thy rising wrath to pity turns?
Contrition to each rocky heart;
In general, undissembled wo.
With plenty bless the piping poor:
L. M. 690.
Prayer for Peace. -Amoš iii. 1–6. 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?
Are grown familiar to thine ears:
When all was fear and hopeless grief. • 3 On thee our guardian God we call
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
The church which thou hast planted hero 5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God;
We plead thy Son's atoning blood;
And are they unavailing pleas?
Have brought ten thousand blessings down,
C. M. 691.
For a Public Fast.
Thy mourning people bend!
Our humble hopes depend.
Thy dreadful power display;
And still we live to pray.
Ungrateful as we are!
& What land so favour'd of the skies,
As these apostate States!
Yet still thy vengeance waits.
For error, guilt, and shame! What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian's name!
Their pleasures they require;
To everlasting fire.
By thy unbounded grace;
And humbly seek thy face.
We shall not sink in fear; Secure of never-failing aid, If God, our God is near.
L. M. 692.
Confession and Prayer.
Be felt by all assembled here!
The God whom we profess to fear! 2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land
Thy people's eyes are fix'd on thee!
Which thousands cannot, will not see. S How long hast thou bestow'd thy care
On this indulg'd, ungrateful spot;
Have envy'd and admir'd our lot.