7 Then will he curb the lawless pow'r,
The deadly wrath of man;
And all the windings will unfold
Of his own gracious plan.

8 Then all the sons of tyranny
In ruin shall be hurl'd;
And light, and liberty, and bliss,
Embrace the new-born world.

535. L. M. DODDRIDGE. Thanksgiving for national deliverance. 1 PRAISE to the LORD, who bows his ear Propitious to his people's pray'r; And, tho' deliv'rance long delay, Answers in his well chosen day. 2 Our temples, guarded from the flame, Shall echo thy triumphant name; And ev'ry peaceful private home To thee a temple shall become. 3 Still be it our supreme delight To walk as in thy honour'd sight; Still in thy precepts and thy fear, Till life's last hour to persevere.

536. L. M. MRS STEELE.
Praise for national 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 sov'reign eye looks calmly down, And marks their course, and bounds their pow'r;

Thy law 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;
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!

537. P. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Thanksgiving for peace.

1 NOW let our songs address the God of

peace,

Who bids the tumult of the battle cease';

ends.

His pow'rful word unites contending nations, In kind embrace, and friendly salutations.

2 While we beneath our vines and fig-trees sit,

Or thus within thy sacred temple meet, Accept, great GOD! the tribute of our song, And all the mercies of this day prolong: Then spread thy peaceful word thro' ev'ry nation,

That all the earth may hail thy great salvation.

538. P. M.

LEWINS MEAD COLLECTION.

On peace.

1 PEACE! the welcome sound proclaim,
Dwell with rapture on the theme;
Loud, still louder swell the strain:
Peace on earth! good-will to men!

2 Breezes! whisp'ring soft and low,
Gently murmur as ye blow,

Now, when war and discord cease,
Praises to the GoD of peace.

3 Ocean's billows! far and wide,
Rolling in majestic pride,

Loud, still louder, swell the strain:
Peace on earth! good-will to men!

4 Vocal songsters of the grove! Sweetly chant in notes of love, Now, when war and discord cease, Praises to the God of peace.. 5 Mortals! who these blessings feel; Christians! who before him kneel; Loud, still louder, swell the strain: Peace on earth! good-will to men.

CLOSE OF THE SERVICE.

539. P. M.

After sermon.

1 THANKS for mercies past, receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view.

2 Bless thy word to old and young;
Grant us, LORD! thy peace and love;
And, e'er life's short race is run,
Fit us for thy house above.

540. C. M.

DEACON.

Close of the service.

10 FOR a plenitude of grace,
Descending from above!

To animate the human race
With peace, and joy, and love.

2 Grant, heav'nly King! what we desire; And send the happy day,

When all shall after thee inquire,
And cheerfully obey.

3 Then will the nations serve the LORD
With purity and zeal;

With candour hear his blessed word,
With pleasure do his will.

541. P. M. TOPLADY.

The same subject.

1 LORD! dismiss us with thy blessing;
Fill our hearts with joy and peace:
Let us, each thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace :
O refresh us,

Trav'lling thro' this wilderness.

2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:
May thy presence

With us evermore be found.

542. L. M.

At the close of the evening service. 1 HOW blest is he, whose tranquil mind, When life declines, recalls again The years that time has cast behind, And reaps delight in toil and pain.