High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;

What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are thine?

But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace;

And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.

In them thou may'st be clothed and fed
And visited and cheered;

And, in their accents of distress,
My Saviour's voice is heard.

Thy face, with reverence and with love,
I in thy poor would see;
Oh, rather let me beg my bread,
Than keep it back from thee!

WITH my substance I will honor
My Redeemer and my Lord;
Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
All were nothing to his word.
While the heralds of salvation

His abounding grace proclaim,
Let his friends, of every station,

Gladly join to spread his fame.
3 Be his kingdom now promoted,
Let the earth her Monarch know;
Be my all to him devoted;

To my Lord my all I owe.

4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations!
Praise him, all ye hosts above!
Shout, with joyful acclamations,
His divine, victorious love!

1103 "In Thee, the fatherless findeth mercy." C. M.
1 O GRACIOUS Lord! whose mercies rise
Above our utmost need,
Incline thine ear unto our cry,
And hear the orphan plead.

2 Bereft of all a mother's love,

And all a father's care,

Lord, whither shall we flee for help?
To whom direct our prayer?

3 To thee we flee, to thee we pray;
Thou shalt our Father be:
More than the fondest parent's care
We find, O Lord, in thee!

1 LORD, when thine ancient people cried, Oppressed and bound by Egypt's king, Thou didst Arabia's sea divide,

And forth thy fainting Israel bring.

2 Lo! In these latter days, our land

Groans with the anguish of the slave! Lord God of hosts! stretch forth thy hand, Not shortened that it cannot save.

3 Roll back the swelling tide of sin,
The lust of gain, the lust of power;
The day of freedom usher in :
How long delays th' appointed hour?
4 As thou of old to Miriam's hand
The thrilling timbrel didst restore,
And to her joyful song the land
Echoed from desert to the shore,-

5 Oh, let thy smitten ones again

Take up the chorus of the free: "Praise ye the Lord! his power proclaim, For he hath conquered gloriously!"

1105 "I, the Lord, will hasten it in his time.” L. M.
1 HASTEN, O Lord, that happy time,
That dear, expected, blessed day!
When men of every race and clime
The Saviour's precepts shall obey.
2 In one sweet symphony of praise

Gentile and Jew shall then unite;
And all the wrongs that man has wrought
Sink in th' abyss of endless night.

3 Then Afric's long enslaved sons

Shall join with Europe's polished race,
To celebrate, in different tongues,
The glories of redeeming grace.

4 From east to west, from north to south, Immanuel's kingdom shall extend;

And every man, in every face,
Shall meet a brother and a friend,

perish!

1 WHILE o'er the deep thy servants sail, Send thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale; And on their hearts where'er they go, Oh, let thy heavenly breezes blow! 2 If on the morning's wings they fly, They will not pass beyond thine eye; The wanderer's prayer thou bend'st to hear,

And faith exults to know thee near.

3 When tempests rock the groaning bark,
Oh, hide them safe in Jesus' ark!
When in the tempting port they ride,
Oh, keep them safe at Jesus' side!

4 If life's wide ocean smile or roar,
Still guide them to the heavenly shore;
And grant their dust in Christ may sleep,
Abroad, at home, or in the deep.

billow,

Aroused by the shriek of despair from

thy pillow,

1 THY footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace,
And mark the conquests of thy grace;
Complete the work thou hast begun,
And let thy will on earth be done.

2 Oh, show thyself the Prince of peace;
Command the din of war to cease:
Oh, bid contending nations rest,
And let thy love rule every breast!

'hen peace returns with balmy wing; Hlad plenty laughs, the valleys sing; Reviving commerce lifts her head,

And want and woe and hate have fled.

2 By day, along th' astonished lands,
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column's glow.

FROM foes that would the land devour; From guilty pride, and lust of power; From wild sedition's lawless hour;

From yoke of slavery;

From blinded zeal, by faction led;
From giddy change, by fancy bred;
From poisoned error's serpent head,
Good Lord, preserve us free!
Defend, O God, with guardian hand,
The laws and rulers of our land,
And grant thy churches grace to stand
In faith and unity!

Thy Spirit's help of thee we crave,
That thy Messiah, sent to save,
Returning to the world, might have
A people serving thee!

In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be thou long suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light.

1114

“Sing unto Him a new song.”

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,
Ever own and worship God.
4 Hark! the voice of nature sings
Praises to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,
And the grateful notes prolong.

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L. M.

1 O God, beneath thy guiding hand, Our exiled fathers crossed the sea; And when they trod the wint'ry strand, With prayer and psalm they worshiped thee.

2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer:

Thy blessing came; and still its power Shall onward through all ages bear The mem'ry of that holy hour.

3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And where their pilgrim feet have trod, The God they trusted guards their

graves.

4 And here thy name, O God of love,
Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal hills remove,
And spring adorns the earth no more.

1116

"Our Fathers have told us.”
Psalm 44.

1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days performed, And elder times than theirs.

2 For, not their courage, nor their sword To them salvation gave;

Nor strength that from unequal force
Their fainting troops could save.

3 But thy right hand and powerful arm,
Whose succor they implored;
Thy presence with the chosen race,
Who thy great name adored.

4 As thee, their God, our fathers owned,
Thou art our sovereign King:
Oh, therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring?

5 To thee the triumph we ascribe,

From whom the conquest came; In God we will rejoice all day, And ever bless thy name.