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“ To nakedness and want
Your food and raiment deal,
And all their sufferings heal?
Shall spring your health and light;
Behind, my glory bright!”
Humility under Amiction.
Or outward form of prayer,
That penitence is there. * To smite the breast, the rlothes to rend,
God asketh not of thee:
In true humility.
3 O let us, then, with heartfelt grief,
Draw near unto our God, And pray to him to grant relief,
And stay the lifted rod. 4 O righteous Judge! in mercy deign
To grant the help we need : We pray for time to turn again,
And grace to turn indeed.
C. M. 720.
In wrath is slow to rise,
And darkness veils the skies.
2 All earthly glory, pomp, and pride
Are in his presence lost; Empires o’erturned, thrones, sceptres, crowns,
In wild confusion tossed.
3 Dark and mysterious is the course
Of his tremendous way;
And in the foaming sea.
4 Yet, though enveloped in the cloud,
And from our view concealed,
In majesty revealed.
5 Then will he curb the lawless power,
The deadly wrath of man,
Of his own gracious plan.
1 Great Framer of unnumbered worlds,
And whom unnumbered worlds adore,
2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;
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.
Confess thy hand, and bless the rod,
6 & 48. M.
S. F. Smith.
Of thee I sing;
Let freedom ring.
Thy name - I love;
Like that above.
3 Let music swell the breeze,
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
The sound prolong.
A Qur fathers' God, to thee,
To thee we sing :
Great God, our King.
Prayer for our Country. i Lord! while for all mankind we pray,
Of every clime and coast,
The land we love the most.
2 O guard our shores from every foe,
With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown,
Our fields with plenteousness.
3 Unite us in the sacred love
Of knowledge, truth, and thee; And let our hills and valleys shout
The songs of liberty. 4 Here may religion shed her light
On days of rest and toil, And piety and virtue reign,
And bless our native soil.
3 Lord of the nations! thus to thee
Our country we commend;
Her everlasting friend.
1 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
That bound our goodly heritage;
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!
3 The toils they bore our ease have wrought;
Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
TATE & BRADY.
God our Deliverer.
1 0 LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,
Ånd in more ancient years.