654 ΑΙΛΙ L. M. Old Hundred. All Saint GREAT God! beneath whose piercing eye 3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown 4 Led on by thine unerring aid, Thy first and noblest bounties share. 5 Great God, our guardian, guide, and friend! Oh still thy sheltering arm extend; Preserved by thee for ages past, For ages let thy kindness last! 655 L. P. M. National Praise and Prayer. St. Helen's. WITH grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, His power and mercy we proclaim: And triumph in his mighty name. 2 Long as the moon her course shall run, Lord, in our land support thy reign! L. M. Old Hundred. 656 Prayer for National Gratitude and Holiness. LORD! let thy goodness lead our land, To thee, our Saviour, and our King. 2 Let every public temple raise 657 Praise for sparing Mercy. GOD of my life, to thee belong, The grateful heart, the joyful song; 2 Thou hast preserved my fleeting breath, While God, our great deliverer's nigh. 5 So shall thy praise employ my breath Through life-and in the arms of death, f My soul, the pleasant theme prolong; Then rise to aid th' angelic song. C. M. Stamford. York. 658 in Behalf of charitable Objects generally. HIGH on a throne of light, O Lord! 2 But thou hast brethren here below, Whose humble names thou wilt confess 3 In them mayst thou be clothed, and fed, And, in their accents of distress- 4 Whate'er our willing hands can give, 659 S. M. St. Thomas. Hudson. THY bounties, gracious Lord, 2 With joy thy people bring 3 Oh may this sacrifice To thee, the Lord, ascend, 4 Well pleased our God shall view 660 P In Behalf of the Poor. BRIGHT Source of everlasting love, And to thy sovereign bounty rear 2 Thy mercy gilds the paths of life And still restrains the rising tear, 3 When, sunk in guilt, our souls approached Thy grace, through Jesus' blood, proclaimed 4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord! mp Alas! the goodness we can yield Extendeth not to thee. P mf 5 To tents of wo-to beds of pain, And, with the gift thy hand bestows, f 6 The widow's heart shall sing for joy, The hungering soul with joy we'll point 661 mf FATHER of mercies, send thy grace, To form in our obedient souls 2 Oh! may our sympathizing breasts 3 When poor and helpless sons of grief Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 4 So Jesus looked on dying man, 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, For us he shed his precious blood, 662 A balm for every wound. BLEST is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Is never raised in vain ; 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A brother's woes to feel, And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal. 3 He spreads his kind, supporting arms To every child of grief: His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief. 4 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow: He views, through mercy's melting eye, 5 Himself, through Christ, hath mercy found, That mercy moves him to fulfil 663 H. M. For Sabbath Schools. COME, let our voices join Our thankful hearts we'll raise. Our wandering feet are brought, And heavenly truths are taught: Thy sacred name here bless! To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee Acton. Columbia. GREAT God! our voice to thee we raise; Our life, our health, and every friend, 2 Stretch o'er our heads thy guardian wings, |