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5 Loud let the gospel-trumpet blow,
Make earth's remotest ends draw near.
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.
We view the terrors of the sword;
Are grown familiar to thine ears :
When all was fear and hopeless grief.
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And must we perish in despair ?
To our forsaken God we turn;
The church, which thou hast planted here. 5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God,
We plead thy Son's atoning blood,
And are they unavailing pleas?
Have brought ten thousand blessings down
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 ;
And commerce lift its fainting head. 3 Let the loud cannon cease to roar,
The warlike trump no longer sound ;
Nor human blood pollute the ground.
The useless sword, the glitt'ring spear';
Nor one dissentient voice be there, 5 Thus save, O Lord, a sinking land ;
Millions of tongues shall then adore,
HYMN 108. C. M.
gracious Lord, before thy throne,
Thy mourning people bend! 'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone,
Qur humble hopes depend.
Thy dreadful pow'r display ;
And still we live to pray.
See error, guilt and shame!
. What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the christian name!
By thy resistless grace ;
And humbly seek thy face.
We shall not sink in fear ;
IIYMN 109. C. M.
Now hastens to his arms ;
And sounds his dire alarms.
ttendant plagues around him throng,
And wait his high command ;
The signal of his hand.
His shafts of deadly pow'r ;
Impatient to devour.
They come at thy command :
Against thy chastning hand.
Remove thy sharp rebukes ?
Thro' thy repeated strokes.
Withdraw these dreadful storms:
Nor let thy fury grow so hot,
Against poor feeble worms.
And pity all our pain ;
HYMN 110. C. M.
Thanksgiving for Victory.
Othee, who reign'st supreme above,
And reign’st supreme below,
We our successes owe.
Without thine aid were vain ;
To crown the bright campaign.
When we our foes assail'd ;
And o'er their hosts prevail'd.
Into our hands are givin ;
But thro' the grace of heav'n.
His name be ever blest :
HYMN 111. L. M.
Thanksgiving for national Peace. 1
REAT Ruler of the earth and skies,
Can sink the world, or bid it rise :
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
And noise and war are heard no more. eine de 4 Then peace returns with balmy wing,
Sweet peace with her what blessings filed!
Reviving commerce lifts her head.
All move subservient to thy will ;
And thy sublime decrees fulfil.
Thy kind protection still implore ;
HYMN 112. C. M.
In this late chast’ning stroke ;
Thy presence we invoke.
And thou hast bow'd thine ear ;
And brought deliv'rance near.
That, with the pious throng,
And tune our grateful song.