3 Here vouchsafe to all thy servants
What they ask of thee to gain,
What they gain from thee for ever
With the blessed to retain,
And hereafter in thy glory
Evermore with thee to reign.
4 Praise and honor to the Father,
Praise and honor to the Son,
Praise and honor to the Spirit,
Ever three and ever one;
One in might, and one in glory,
While eternal ages run.
LORD of hosts, to thee we raise
Here a house of prayer and praise:
Thou thy people's hearts prepare
Here to meet for praise and prayer.
2 Let the living here be fed
With thy word, the heavenly bread;
Here in hope of glory blest,
May the dead be laid to rest.
3 Here to thee a temple stand,
While the sea shall gird the land;
Here reveal thy mercy sure,
While the sun and moon endure.
4 Hallelujah! earth and sky
To the joyful sound reply;
Hallelujah! hence ascend
Prayer and praise till time shall end.
WE tread on consecrated ground,
For 't is his own abode,
The sparrow here a nest hath found,
Thine altars, O Lord God;
Blest they who to his courts repair,
To seek him in his house of prayer;
To such he will himself reveal,
His praises they shall tell.
To thee this temple we devote,
Our Father and our God;
Accept it thine, and seal it now
Thy Spirit's blest abode.
2 Here may the prayer of faith ascend,
The voice of praise arise;
Oh, may each lowly service prove
Accepted sacrifice.
3 Here may the sinner learn his guilt,
And weep before his Lord;
Here pardoned, sing a Saviour's love,
And here his vows record.
4 Here may affliction dry the tear,
And learn to trust in God;
Convinced it is a Father smites,
And love that guides the rod.
5 Peace be within these sacred walls,
Prosperity be here;
Still smile upon thy people, Lord,
And evermore be near.
SEE, gracious God! before thy throne,
Thy mourning people bend!
"T is on thy sovereign grace alone,
Our humble hopes depend.
2 Tremendous judgments, from thy hand,
Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
3 Great God! why is our country spared,
Ungrateful as we are?
Oh, be thine awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries, Forbear!
4 How changed, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame;
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name!
5 Oh, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord!
By thy resistless grace;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.
O GOD of heaven and earth, arise,
And hear our loud united cries;
Behold us bow before thy face,
Throughout our land, and seek thy grace. 2 Our trust is not in mortal hosts,
Nor in the arms that guard our coasts;
Thine is the land, and thine the main,
And human force and skill are vain.
3 Our guilt might draw thy vengeance down
On every shore, on every town;
But view us, Lord, with pitying eye,
And lay thy lifted thunder by.
4 Forgive the follies of our times,
And cleanse our land from all its crimes;
Reformed and decked with grace divine,
Let our united people shine.
WHY, O God! thy people spurn?
Why permit thy wrath to burn?
God of mercy! turn once more,
All our broken hearts restore.
2 Thou hast made our land to quake,
Heal the sorrows thou dost make;
Bitter is the cup we drink,
Suffer not our souls to sink.
3 Be thy banner now unfurled,
Show thy truth to all the world;
Save us, Lord! we cry to thee,
Lift thine arm, thy chosen free.
4 Give us now relief from pain;
Human aid is all in vain;
We, through God, shall yet prevail,
He will help, when foes assail.
DREAD Jehovah! God of nations!
From thy temple in the skies
Hear thy people's supplications;
Now for their deliverance rise.
2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding;
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
3 Let that love veil our transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place.
4 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
ON thee, our guardian God, we call;
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And is there no deliverance there?
And must we perish in despair?
2 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn;
To our forsaken God return;
Oh, spare our guilty country, spare The church which thou hast planted here. 3 We plead thy grace, indulgent God; We plead thy Son's atoning blood; We plead thy gracious promises; And are they unavailing pleas? 4 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.
My country! 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
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,
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.
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