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Ο GOD, beneath thy guiding hand,

Our exiled fathers crossed the sea;

And when they trod the wintry strand,
With prayer and psalm they worshipped thee.

2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer,—
Thy blessing came; and still its power
Shall onward through all ages bear
The memory of that holy hour.

3 What change! through pathless wilds no more
The fierce and naked savage roams;
Sweet praise, along the cultured shore,
Breaks from ten thousand happy homes.

4 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God
Came with those exiles o'er the waves;
And where their pilgrim feet have trod,
The God they trusted guards their graves.

5 And here thy name, O God of love,
Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal hills remove,

And spring adorns the earth no more.

A-men.

467

GOD SAVE THE STATE.

C. T. Brooks.

AMERICA. 6-4.
H. Carey.

OD bless our native land!

GOD

Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might.

2 For her our prayer shall rise

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To God, above the skies; On him we wait:

Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye,
To thee aloud we cry, God save the State!

468

MY COUNTRY."

S. F. Smith.

MY country, 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing;

A-men.

AMERICA. 6-4.

H. Carey.

Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring.

2 My native country, thee

Land of the noble, free-Thy name-I love;

I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break,-The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God, to thee,

Author of liberty, To thee we sing:

Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light;

Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. A-men.

ALL-SAINTS. L. M.

W. Knapp.

469 THANKSGIVING.

W. Roscoe.

470

GRE

REAT God, beneath whose piercing eye
The earth's extended kingdoms lie;
Whose favoring smile upholds them all,
Whose anger smites them, and they fall;—

2 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
Their children's children long shall own;
To thee, with grateful hearts shall raise
The tribute of exulting praise.

3 Upheld by thine unfailing aid,

Secure the paths of life we tread;
And, freely as the vital air,

Thy first and noblest bounties share.

4 Great God, our Guardian, Guide, and Friend,
O still thy sheltering arm extend;
Preserved by thee for ages past,
For ages let thy kindness last!

"THE LORD IS OURS."

H. F. Lyte.

A-men

DUNDEE. C. M.

Scottish.

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'REAT is the Lord! his praise be great!

GR

Ye lands your tribute bring:

Our country, thou his chosen seat,

Be first to praise thy King.

I

COME, ye thankful people! come,

Raise the song of Harvest-Home!

All is safely gathered in

Ere the winter storms begin;
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come
Raise the song of Harvest-Home!

4 Then, thou church triumphant! come,
Raise the song of Harvest-Home!

All are safely gathered in,

Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There forever, purified,

In God's garner to abide:

Come, ten thousand angels, come!
Raise the glorious Harvest-Home!

A-men.