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Thine altar is the contrite heart,
Thine incense the repentant sigh. 4 O, may our land, in this her hour,
Confess thy hand, and bless the rod,
And find in thee a guardian God. 694.
And bow before thy throne ;
We seek thy grace alone.
And fill our hearts with fear;
But find no helper near.
With pardon all-divine;
And make us wholly thine.
Each guilty path deplore ;
To tread those paths no more. 695.
Thy mourning people bend ;
Our dying hopes depend.
Thy dreadful power display ;
3 How changed, alas ! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!
Disgrace the Christian name !
Convert us by thy grace;
And see again thy face.
We will not yield to fear,
When thou, O God, art near. 696. L. M.
In loving kindness hear my prayer ;
Lord, in thy tender mercy, spare.
But I confess their guilt to thee;
Wash me from all iniquity.
Thy seeming anger can appease ;
Or gladly I would render these.
Alone, will thine acceptance meet ;
Abased and contrite at thy feet.
Now to my troubled mind restore ;
Thus saith the Lord our God ; -
And feel affliction's rod? -
His sorrow-stricken head,
And ashes round him spread ?
To stay th' avenging hand,
My judgments from the land ?
The sacred fast I choose, –
The bands of guilt unloose ? -
Your food and raiment deal,
And all their sufferings heal ?
Shall spring your health and light ;
Behind, my glory bright ! ” 698.
Humility under Affliction.
Or outward form of prayer,
That penitence is there.
God asketh not of thee :
Thy secret soul he bids thee bend
In true humility.
Draw near unto our God,
And stay the lifted rod.
To grant us what we need,
And grace to turn indeed. 699. L. M.
Aikin. In Time of War. 1 WHILE sounds of war are heard around,
And death and ruin strow the ground,
The Parent and the Lord of all.
The image of a heaven-born mind,
Hast cherished all the kindred race, --
The raging waves, the furious wind,
And hush the maddening world to peace. 4 With reverence may each hostile land Hear and obey that high command,
Thy Son's blest errand from above, —
“My creatures, live in mutual love!” . 700. C. M.
Thou great and holy One ;
In us, thy will be done.
TATE & BRADY.
2 0, let us feel how frail we are,
How much we need thy grace ;
While here we seek thy face.
Thou knowest all our guilt ;
On earthly things be built.
Let love our souls refine,
Assure that we are thine. 01.
C. M. Tate & BRADI.
God our Deliverer.
In our attentive ears,
And in more ancient years.
To them salvation gave; 'T was not their number, nor their strength,
That did their country save.
Whose succour they implored ;
Who thy great name adored.
So thou art still our King ;
To us deliverance bring.
From whom salvation came ;