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From whom all blessings spring
In earth, and sea, and skies:
In all directions flow,
Unceasing gifts bestow :
Full in his noon-tide blaze,
Instruct our hearts to praise ;
Shall waft its genial gale,
The fragrant breeze inhale,
HYMN 505. P. M. [#]
Call to Thanksgiving and Praise. 1 BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth,
O serve him with gladness and fear; Exult in his presence with music and mirth,
With love and devotion draw near. 2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone,
Creator and Ruler o'er all;
And we are his people; his sceptre we own;
His sheep, and we follow his call. 3 O enter his gates with thanksgiving and song;
Your vows in his temple proclaim ; His praise with melodious accordance prolong,
And bless his adorable name. 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,
And we are the work of his hand; His mercy and truth from eternity stood,
And shall to eternity stand.
HYMN 506. L. M. [#]
Great Ancient of eternal days;
And all the strength of perfect praise. 2 'Twas thine, O God, in elder time,
To make thy glorious arm right bare ;
Were made of thee thy guardian care. 3 Amazement seized the savage
Thy terrors smote his proudest force;
Thy tempest ruled the arrow's course. 4 Then bloomed the waste at thy command;
Peace onward led fair freedom's ray;
Religion shone in sun-bright day.
5 These wondrous works, O Lord, were thine;
Thine be the glory, honour, praise;
Whose inspiration gave the light, That dawned with clear, celestial ray, And gave our land this festal day,
Dispersed its clouds, and made it bright. 2 Like Israel's tribes on Egypt's flood, Our fathers' feet with caution stood
On stern oppression's awful strand; They raised their prayer to heaven's high throne; The Lord in majesty came down,
And safely led his chosen band.
But, lo, a fiery pillar rose,
A cloud of darkness to their foes.
Express your joy in songs of praise;
And joins the choral theme to raise.
HYMN 508. 61. L. M. [#]
The pilgrims crossed the boisterous wave;
The God of battles made them brave: O make us ever blest and free,
A land of peace and liberty. 2 To thee, their steadfast, suppliant eyes
Were raised 'mid war and dread alarm; O God of battles, from the skies,
Thy mercy sent the conquering arm; Still guard our freedom, rights, and fame,
While we exalt thy holy name. 3 Here
the children of the free, Now gladly chant the joyful song, And own our boundless debt to thee,
Which time shall gladly bear along.
HYMN 509. L. M. 
Public Humiliation. 1 GREAT Framer of unnumbered worlds,
And whom unnumbered worlds adore, Whose goodness all thy creatures share,
While nature trembles at thy power, — 2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea; And
man, who moves the lord of earth, Acts but the part assigned by thee.
3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid,
To thee we raise the humble cry ; Thine altar is the contrite heart,
Thine incense a repentant sigh. 4 This day we deeply mourn our sins,
Confess thy power, and bless thy rod : O let us know thy pardoning love,
And find in thee a guardian God.
HYMN 510. 75. M. 
The acceptable Offering. 1 FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Flows thy goodness unconfined :
Or the busy haunts of men,
Claiming large returns again.
At thine altars when we bow?
Whence the kind affections flow;
By the melting eye expressed ;
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast; 3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor ;
Charity, with liberal store.