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The turtle breathes forth her soft moan,

The lark mounts and warbles away. 2 Shall every creature around

Their voices in concert unite,
And I, the most favored, be found

In praising to take less delight ?
3 Awake, then, my harp, and my lute !

Sweet organs your notes softly swell!
No longer my lips shall be mute,

The Saviour's high praises to tell. 4 His love in my heart shed abroad,

My graces shall bloom as the spring
This temple, his spirit's abode ;

My joy as my duty to sing.


Prayer for our Country.
1 LORD, while for all mankind we pray,


clime and coast,
0, hear us for our native land,

The land we love the most.
2 O, guard our shores from every foe,

With peace our borders bless,
With prosperous times our cities crown,

Our fields with plenteousness.
3 Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth, and thee;
And let our hills and valleys shout

The songs of liberty.
4 Here may religion pure and mild
Smile on our Sabbath hours ;

And piety and virtue bless

The home of us and ours.
5 Lord of the nations, thus to thee

Our country we commend ;
Be thou her refuge and her trust,

Her everlasting friend. 744.

L. M. PRESBYTERIAN COLL. God acknowledged in National Blessings. 1 GREAT God of nations, now to thee

Our hymn of gratitude we raise ;
With humble heart and bending knee,

We offer thee our song of praise. 2 Thy name we bless, Almighty God,

For all the kindness thou hast shown
To this fair land the pilgrims trod, -

This land we fondly call our own.
3 Here Freedom spreads her banner wide,

And casts her soft and hallowed ray ;
Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide

In safety through their dangerous way. 4 We praise thee that the gospel's light

Through all our land its radiance sheds,
Dispels the shades of error's night,

And heavenly blessings round us spreads. 5 Great God, preserve us in thy fear;

In dangers still our guardian be ;
O, spread thy truth's bright precepts here ;

Let all the people worship thee.
L. M.

FLINT. Remembrance of our Fathers. 1 IN pleasant lands have fallen the lines

That bound our goodly heritage,
And safe beneath our sheltering vines
Our youth is blest, and soothed our age.

2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due,

That thou didst plant our fathers here,
And watch and guard them as they grew, —

A vineyard to the Planter dear!
3 The toils they bore our ease have wrought;

They sowed in tears, in joy we reap;
The birthright they so dearly bought

We'll guard till we with them shall sleep. 4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,

In weal and woe, through all the past,
Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,

While here their name and race shall last.

746. L. M. 6 L.

G. MEILEN. The Pilgrims. 1 FROM stern oppression's haughty land

The pilgrims crossed the boisterous wave,
A patient, firm, and patriot band ;

The God of battles made them brave :
O, make us ever blest and free,

A land of peace and liberty.
2 To thee, their steadfast, suppliant eyes

Were raised 'mid war and dread alarm ;
O God of battles, from the skies

Thy mercy sent the conquering arm ;
Still guard our freedom, rights, and fame,

While we exalt thy holy name.
3 Here we, the children of the free,

Now gladly chant the joyful song,
And own our boundless debt to thee,

Which time shall gladly bear along.
Be this our universal cry,
For God, for home, for liberty.

747. 6 & 4s. M.

Prayer for our Country.
1 GOD bless our native land !
Firm may she ever stand

Through storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of winds and wave !
Do thou our country save,

By thy great might.
2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God above the skies ;

On him we wait ;
Thou who hast heard each sigh
Watching each weeping eye,
Be thou for ever nigh ;

God save the state ! 748.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS. God's Kindness to our Forefathers. 1 TO Him from whom our blessings flow,

Who all our wants supplies,
This day the choral song

and vow
From grateful hearts shall rise.
2 ’T was he who led the pilgrim band

Across the stormy sea ;
'Twas he who stayed the tyrant's hand,

And set our country free,
3 When shivering on a strand unknown,

In sickness and distress,
Our fathers looked to God alone,

To save, protect, and bless.
4 Be thou our nation's strength and shield,

In manhood as in youth ;
Thine arm for our protection wield,

And guide us by thy truth.

749. 6 & 4s. M.

National Hymn.
1 MY country, 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing ;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim's 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.
L. M.

National Anniversary.
1 0 THOU, whose presence went before
Our fathers in their weary way,

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