The Works of God recounted to Posterity. 1 LET children hear the mighty deeds, Which God performed of old; Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told. He bids us make his glories known,His work of power and grace; And we'll convey his wonders down, Through every rising race.

2 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs,
That generations yet unborn,

May teach them to their heirs.
Thus shall they learn, in God alone
Their hope securely stands;
That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practice his commands.

Where waves the glorious tree of life,
Where streams of bliss gush free,
And all is glowing in the light
Of immortality?

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We scarce can deem more fair that

Of perfect bliss and love.

? Is this a shadow faint and dim

Of that which is to come?

What shall the unveiled splendor be, Of our celestial home,

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prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness! Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth, and thee;

And let our hills and valleys shout

The songs of liberty.

Here may religion pure and mild
Smile on our Sabbath hours,

And piety and virtue bless

The home of us and ours.
Lord of the nations, thus to thee
Our country we commend:
Be thou her refuge and her trust,
Her everlasting friend.

1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here:
Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below:
We a little longer wait,

But how little none can know.

2 As the wingéd arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to find,
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind;
Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream:
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise;
All below is but a dream.

8 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view;

Teach us, as we pass along

In the shining of thy face, Many a sweet thanksgiving-song, Even in the dreary place.

1 SWELL the anthem, raise the song;
Praises to our God belong;
Saints and angels! join to sing
Praises to the heavenly King.
Blessings from his liberal hand
Flow around this happy land,
Guarded by his watchful eye
Peace and freedom we enjoy.

2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway,
May we cheerfully obey,
Never feel oppression's rod,
Ever own and worship God.
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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National Thanksgiving and Prayer. 1 LORD of heaven, and earth, and ocean, Hear us from thy bright abode, While our hearts with deep devotion, Own their great and gracious God: 2 Now with joy we come before thee; Seek thy face, thy mercies sing: Lord of life, and light, and glory, Guard thy church, thou heavenly King. 3 Health, and every needful blessing, Are thy bounteous gifts alone; Comforts undeserved possessing, Here we bend before thy throne:

4 Thee, with humble adoration,

Lord, we praise for mercies past; Still to this most favored nation May those mercies ever last.

1 HOLY Father, thou hast taught me I should live to thee alone; Year by year thy hand hath brought me On through dangers oft unknown. 2 When I wandered, thou hast found me; When I doubted, sent me light; Still thine arm has been around me, All my paths were in thy sight. 3 I would trust in thy protecting, Wholly rest upon thine arm; Follow wholly thy directing.

Thou mine only guard from harm. 4 Keep me from mine own undoing, Help me turn to thee when tried; Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, Keep me ever at thy side.

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Redeeming the Time. GOD of eternity! from thee

DODDRIDGE.

Did infant Time its being draw: Moments and days, and months, and Revolve by thine unvaried law. [years, Silent and swift they glide away;

Steady and strong the current flows; Lost in Eternity's wide sea,

The boundless gulf whence it arose.

With it the thoughtless sons of men Before the rapid stream are borne On to their everlasting home,

Whence not one soul can e'er return. Yet, while the shore on either side Presents a gaudy, flattering show, We gaze, in fond amusement lost, Nor think to what a world we go.

The future-all to us unknown

We to thy guardian care commit,

And peaceful leave before thy feet.

To know the price of every hour, That Time may bear us on to joys Beyond its measure and its power.