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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,
In praising to take less delight ?
Sweet organs your notes softly swell!
The Saviour's high praises to tell. 4 His love in my heart shed abroad,
My graces shall bloom as the spring
My joy as my duty to sing.
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clime and coast,
The land we love the most.
With peace our borders bless,
Our fields with plenteousness.
Of knowledge, truth, and thee;
The songs of liberty.
And piety and virtue bless
The home of us and ours.
Our country we commend ;
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 ;
We offer thee our song of praise. 2 Thy name we bless, Almighty God,
For all the kindness thou hast shown
This land we fondly call our own.
And casts her soft and hallowed ray ;
In safety through their dangerous way. 4 We praise thee that the gospel's light
Through all our land its radiance sheds,
And heavenly blessings round us spreads. 5 Great God, preserve us in thy fear;
In dangers still our guardian be ;
Let all the people worship thee.
FLINT. Remembrance of our Fathers. 1 IN pleasant lands have fallen the lines
That bound our goodly heritage,
2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due,
That thou didst plant our fathers here,
A vineyard to the Planter dear!
They sowed in tears, in joy we reap;
We'll guard till we with them shall sleep. 4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
In weal and woe, through all the past,
While here their name and race shall last.
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G. MEILEN. The Pilgrims. 1 FROM stern oppression's haughty land
The pilgrims crossed the boisterous wave,
The God of battles made them brave :
A land of peace and liberty.
Were raised 'mid war and dread alarm ;
Thy mercy sent the conquering arm ;
While we exalt thy holy name.
Now gladly chant the joyful song,
Which time shall gladly bear along.
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Through storm and night!
By thy great might.
On him we wait ;
God save the state ! 748.
ANONYMOUS. God's Kindness to our Forefathers. 1 TO Him from whom our blessings flow,
Who all our wants supplies,
Across the stormy sea ;
And set our country free,
In sickness and distress,
To save, protect, and bless.
In manhood as in youth ;
And guide us by thy truth.
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S. F. SMITH.
Of thee I sing ;
Let freedom ring.
Thy name — I love ;
Like that above.
Sweet freedom's song;
The sound prolong.
To thee we sing :
Great God, our King.