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5 Loud let the gospel-trumpet blow,
Let all the isles their Saviour know :
O! call the nations from afar i

Make earth's remotest ends draw near.
la 6 Then shall each age and rank agree

To raise their shouts of praise to thee ;

The church will know, while loud she sings, et } That in her God are all her springs.

HYMN 106. L. M.

On a national fast in war.
JHILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord,

We view the terrors of the sword;
O! whither shall the helpless fly ?
To whom, but thee, direct their cry ?
2 The suff’ring sinner's cries and tears

Are grown familiar to thine ears :
Oft has thy mercy sent relief,

When all was fear and hopeless grief.
3 On thee, our guardian God, we call ;

Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And is there no deliy'rance there?

And must we perish in despair ?
4 See, we repent, we weer, we mourn,

To our forsaken God we turn;
0! spare our guilty country, spare

The church, which thou hast planted here. 5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God,

We plead thy Son's atoning blood,
We plead thy gracious promises ;

And are they unavailing pleas?
6 These pleas, presented at thy throne,

Have brought ten thousand blessings down
On guilty lands in helpless woe;
Let them prevail to save us too !

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HYMN 107. L. M. For a public Fast in war, praying for Peace. 1

AR, horrid war, deep staind in blood, ,

Still pours its havoc thro' our land; Almighty God, restrain the flood;

Say “ 'tis enough,” and stay thine hand, , 2 Let peace descend with balmy wing,

And all her blessings round us shed ;
Our liberties be well secur'd,

And commerce lift its fainting head. 3 Let the loud cannon cease to roar,

The warlike trump no longer sound ;
The din of arms be heard no more,

Nor human blood pollute the ground.
4 Let hostile troops drop from their hands

The useless sword, the glitt'ring spear';
And join in friendship's sacred bands,

Nor one dissentient voice be there, 5 Thus save, O Lord, a sinking land ;

Millions of tongues shall then adore,
Resound the honours of thy name,
And spread thy praise from shore to shore

HYMN 108. C. M.
On a public Fast during national Judgments.

gracious Lord, before thy throne,

Thy mourning people bend! 'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone,

Qur humble hopes depend.
2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand

Thy dreadful pow'r display ;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,

And still we live to pray.
3 How chang'd, alas ! For truths divine

See error, guilt and shame!

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. What impious numbers, bold in sin,

Disgrace the christian name!
inde 40! turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,

By thy resistless grace ;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,

And humbly seek thy face.
5 Then, should insulting foes invade,

We shall not sink in fear ;
Secure of never failing aid,
Since God, our God, is near.

IIYMN 109. C. M.
On a fast-day during Pestilence or general Sickness.
DEATH, with his dread commission seal’d,

Now hastens to his arms ;
In awful state he takes the field,

And sounds his dire alarms.

ttendant plagues around him throng,

And wait his high command ;
And pains, and dying groans obey

The signal of his hand.
3. With cruel force he scatters round

His shafts of deadly pow'r ;
While the grave waits its destin'd prey,

Impatient to devour.
4 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,

They come at thy command :
We'll not attempt á murm'ring word;

Against thy chastning hand.
5 Yet, may we plead with humble cries,

Remove thy sharp rebukes ?
Our strength consumes, our spirit dies,

Thro' thy repeated strokes.
6 In anger, Lord, rebuke us not,

Withdraw these dreadful storms:

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Nor let thy fury grow so hot,

Against poor feeble worms.
70! hear when dust and ashes speak,

And pity all our pain ;
O! save us, for thy mercy's sake,
And send us health again !

HYMN 110. C. M.

Thanksgiving for Victory.
1 То,

Othee, who reign'st supreme above,

And reign’st supreme below,
Thou God of wisdom, pow'r, and love,

We our successes owe.
2 The thund'ring horse, the martial band

Without thine aid were vain ;
And vict'ry flies at thy command

To crown the bright campaign.
3 Thy mighty arm, unseen, was nigh,

When we our foes assail'd ;
'Tis thou hast rais'd our honours high,

And o'er their hosts prevail'd.
4 Their mounds, their camps, their lofty tow'rs

Into our hands are givin ;
Not from desert nor strength of ours,

But thro' the grace of heav'n.
5 The Lord of hosts, our helper lives;

His name be ever blest :
'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives :
He grants his people rest.

HYMN 111. L. M.

Thanksgiving for national Peace. 1

REAT Ruler of the earth and skies,

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Can sink the world, or bid it rise :
Thy smile is life, thy frown is death.

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2 When angry nations rush to arms,

And rage, and noise, and tumult reign; ssx And war resounds its dire alarms,

And slaughter spreads the hostile plains ; site 3 Thy Sov'reign eye looks calmly down,

And marks their course, and bounds their
Thy word the angry nations own, (pow'r:

And noise and war are heard no more. eine de 4 Then peace returns with balmy wing,

Sweet peace with her what blessings filed!
Glad plenty laughs, the vallies sing,

Reviving commerce lifts her head.
3 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord,

All move subservient to thy will ;
And 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 !

HYMN 112. C. M.
Thanksgiving for health after Pestilence.
1 OV'REIGN of life, we own thy hand

In this late chast’ning stroke ;
And, since we've smarted by thy rod,

Thy presence we invoke.
2 To thee in our distress we cried,

And thou hast bow'd thine ear ;
The pestilence thou hast remov'd,

And brought deliv'rance near.
3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness ;

That, with the pious throng,
We may record our solemn vows,

And tune our grateful song.

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