3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons
And they again to theirs;
That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.
4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone
Their hope securely stands;
That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practise his commands.
"We have a goodly heritage."
1 IN pleasant lands have fallen the lines
That bound our goodly heritage,
And safe beneath our sheltering vines
Our youth is blest, and soothed our age.
2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due,
That thou didst plant our fathers here;
And watch and guard them as they grew,
A vineyard, to the planter dear.
The toils they bore, our ease have wrought;
They sowed in tears-in joy we reap;
The birthright they so dearly bought
We'll guard, till we with them shall sleep.
4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown
In weal and woe through all the past,
Their grateful sons, O God, shall own
While here their name and race shall last.
God Acknowledged in National Blessings.
1 GREAT GOD of nations, now to thee
Our hymn of gratitude we raise;
With humble heart and bending knee,
We offer thee our song of praise.
2 Here freedom spreads her banner wide, And casts her soft and hallowed ray; Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide In safety through their dangerous way. 3 We praise thee that the gospel's light
Through all our land its radiance sheds, Dispels the shades of error's night,
And heavenly blessings round us spreads.
4 Great God, preserve us in thy fear;
In dangers still our guardian be;
O, spread thy truth's bright precepts here,
Let all the people worship thee.
Remembrance of our Fathers.
1 GREAT GOD! beneath whose piercing eye
The world's extended kingdoms lie;
Whose favoring smile upholds them all,
Whose anger smites them, and they fall;
2 We bow before thy heavenly throne;
Thy power we see, thy goodness own;
But, cherished by thy milder voice,
Our bosoms tremble and rejoice.
3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
Their children's children long shall own;
To thee with grateful hearts shall raise
Their tribute of exulting praise.
4 Our God, our Guardian, and our Friend!
Oh still thy sheltering arm extend;
Preserved by thee for ages past,
For ages may thy kindness last.
1 OUR fathers, Lord, to seek a spot
Where they might kneel to thee,
Their own fair heritage forgot,
And braved an unknown sea.
2 Here found their pilgrim souls repose
Where long the heathen roved;
And here their humble anthems rose
To bless the Power they loved.
3 They sleep in dust,—but where they trod,
A feeble, fainting band,
Glad millions catch the strain, O God,
And sound it through the land.
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Anniversary Hymn.
1 GOD of mercy, do thou never
From our offering turn away,
But command a blessing ever
On the memory of this day.
2 Light and peace do thou ordain it;
O'er it be no shadow flung,
Let no deadly darkness stain it,
And no clouds be o'er it hung.
3 May the song this people raises,
And its vows to thee addressed,
Mingle with the prayers and praises,
That thou hearest from the blest.
4 When the lips are cold that sing thee,
And the hearts that love thee dust,
Father, then our souls shall bring thee
Holier love and firmer trust.
The Virtuous Love of Country.
1 PARENT of all, omnipotent!
In heaven and earth below!
Through all creation's vast extent
Whose streams of goodness flow:
2 Teach me to know from whence I rose,
And unto what designed;
No private aims may I propose,
That injure human kind.
3 To hear my country's lawful voice
May my best thoughts incline;
'Tis reason's law, 't is virtue's choice,
'Tis nature's call, and thine.
4 Me from fair freedom's sacred cause
May nothing e'er divide;
Nor grandeur, gold, nor vain applause,
Nor friendship false, misguide.
5 To duty, honor, virtue true,
In all my country's weal,
Let me my public walk pursue:
So, God, thy favor deal.
Anniversary Hymn.
1 AUSPICIOUS morning, hail!
Voices from hill and vale
Thy welcome sing:
Joy on thy dawning breaks,
Each heart that joy partakes,
While cheerful music wakes,
Its praise to bring.
2 Long o'er our native hills,
Long by our shaded rills,
May freedom rest;
Long may our shores have peace,
Our flag grace every breeze,
Our ships the distant seas,
From east to west.
3 Peace on this day abide,
From morn till even-tide;
Wake tuneful song;
Melodious accents raise;
Let every heart, with praise,
Bring high and grateful lays,
Rich, full, and strong.
1 LOUD raise the notes of joy;
Freemen, your songs employ,
As well ye may;-
Let your full hearts go out
In the exulting shout,
And with your praise devout,
Greet this glad day!
2 Children of lisping tongue,
Those whose full hearts are young
Lift up the song!
Manhood and hoary age,
Let naught your joy assuage,
In the high theme engage,
Praises prolong!
3 God of our fathers' land!
Long may our temples stand
Sacred to thee!
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