RIGHINI. 6, 4. VINCENZO RIGHINI. Obb 1087 Praise to the God of harvest. 1 THE God of harvest praise; In loud thanksgiving raise Hand, heart, and voice; 2 Yea, bless his holy name, Amid your mirth. 3 The God of harvest praise; Hands, hearts, and voices raise With one accord; From field to garner throng, JAMES MONTGOMERY. The day, in night declining, Says I must, too, decline; The year, its life resigning,Its lot foreshadows mine. 2 The light my path surrounding, 3 The friends, gone there before me, Are calling from on high; And joyous angels o'er me "Why wait," they say, "and wither 'Mid scenes of death and sin? O rise to glory, hither, And find true life begin." 4 I hear the invitation, And fain would rise and come, A sinner, to salvation; An exile, to his home: But, while I here must linger, Thus, thus let all I see Point on, with faithful finger, HENRY F. LYTK. AMERICA. 6, 4. HENRY CAREY. 1089 National hymn. Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died! Land of the pilgrims' pride! From every mountain side Let freedom ring! 2 My native country, thee, I love thy rocks and rills, 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! SAMUEL F. SMITH. 1090 our native land. 1 GOD bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night: RUSSIAN HYMN. 11, 10, 9. ALEXIS THEODORE LWOFF. 2 God, the Omnipotent! mighty Avenger, Watching invisible, judging unheard: Save us in mercy, O save us from danger; Give to us peace in our time, O Lord. 3 God, the All-Merciful! earth hath forsaken Thy ways all holy, and slighted thy word; Let not thy wrath in its terror awaken; Give to us pardon and peace, O Lord. 4 So will thy people, with thankful devotion, Praise him who saved them from peril and sword, Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean, Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord. HENRY F. CHORLEY. HANS GEORGE NAEGELI, ARR. BY JOSEPH P. HOLBROOK. 1093 Thanksgiving choral. 1 SWELL the anthem, raise the song; Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels join to sing Praises to the heavenly King. 2 Blessings from his liberal hand Flow around this happy land: Kept by him, no foes annoy; Peace and freedom we enjoy. 3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway May we cheerfully obey; Never feel oppression's rod, 4 Hark! the voice of nature sings NATHAN STRONG. ZELZAH. C. M. GERMAN MELODY. 1 GREAT King of nations, hear our prayer, While at thy feet we fall, And humbly, with united cry, To thee for mercy call. 2 The guilt is ours, but grace is thine, But hear us from thy lofty throne, 3 Our fathers' sins were manifold, Thy goodness hath been shown. 4 When dangers, like a stormy sea, To thee we looked, to thee we cried, 5 With one consent we meekly bow 6 With pitying eye behold our need, JOHN H. GURNEY. 1095 For protection in pestilence. 1 IN grief and fear to thee, O Lord, We now for succor fly; Thine awful judgments are abroad, O shield us, lest we die. 2 The fell disease on every side Walks forth with tainted breath; And pestilence, with rapid stride, 3 O look with pity on the scene And let thine angel stand between 4 With contrite hearts, to thee, our King, WILLIAM BULLOCK. 1096 Impending judgments. 1 COME, let our souls adore the Lord, 2 Great is our guilt, our fears are great, To penitence and prayer. 3 Kind Intercessor, to thy love 4 Though justice near thy awful throne Attends thy dread command, Lord, hear thy servants, hear thy Son, And save a guilty land. Doxology. ANNE STEELE. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, TATE AND BRADY. PALESTRINA. C. M. GIOVANNI PETRI ALOYSIUS PALESTRINA. 1097 National deliverance ascribed to God. 1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told, Thy wonders in their days performed, 2 'Twas not their courage, nor their sword, To them salvation gave; 'Twas not their number, nor their strength, That did their country save; 3 But thy right hand, thy powerful arm, 4 As thee their God our fathers owned, So thou art still our King; O, therefore, as thou didst to them, To thee the glory we ascribe, TATE AND BRADY. 1098 Prayer for our native land. 1 LORD, while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime and coast, O 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, Our cities with prosperity, Our fields with plenteousness. 1099 Strong to heal and save, 1 THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old It triumphed o'er disease and death, To thee they went, the blind, the dumb, The leper with his tainted life, The sick with fevered frame. 2 And lo, thy touch brought life and health In crowded street, by restless couch, 3 Be thou our great Deliverer still, To hands that work, and eyes that see, That whole and sick, and weak and strong, EDWARD H, PLUMPTRE, |