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. T was not their courage, nor their sword,
To them salvation gave; 'T was not their number, nor their strength,
That did their country save : But thy right hand, — thy powerful arm,
Whose succor they implored ;
Who thy great name adored.
So thou art still our King;
To us deliverance bring.
From whom salvation came;
And ever bless thy name.
8 & 68. M.
Prayer for our Country,
i From foes that would the land devour;
From guilty pride, and lust of power;
From yoke of slavery;
Good Lord, preserve us free!
The laws and rulers of our land,
In faith and unity!
Thy Spirit's help of thee we crave, That thy Messiah, sent to save, Returning to the world, might have
A people serving thee!
6 & 48. M.
The Pilgrim Fathers.
i Gone are those great and good
And raised their hymn.
Shall ne'er grow dim.
Guard well your trust, -
Their garnered dust.
3 Thou high and holy One,
All nature fills;
On these our hills!
Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth heaven and earth sustain, Whose spirit leads believing souls ;
2 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine:
We own thy way is in the sea,
3 Thy wisdom here we learn to adore,
Thine everlasting truth we prove,
Infinite God! thy greatness spanned
5 Thee to perfection who can tell ?
Earth and her sons beneath thee lie,
729. C. WESLEY.
The Mariner's Hymn.
2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,
And seas thine awful will perform;
And shout to meet the gathering storm. 3 What though the floods lift up their voice,
Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry;
Or shake the soul when God is nigh. 4 Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb our rest;
S. M. 730. S. GRAHAM.
Worship at Sea.
And blow thou boisterous wind,
Our home and friends behind.
2 Away, away, we steer,
Upon the ocean's breast;
Like clouds along the west. 3 There is a loneliness
Upon the mighty deep;
As onwardly we sweep.
Wherever we may be ;
Our trust, O God, in thee.
Then wherefore should we grieve,
Or what have we to fear? Though home and friends and life we leave,
Our God is ever near. 6 Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep;
Ye winds, blow foul or fair ; Our God is with us on the deep,
Our home is everywhere.
How sure is their defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
Obedient to thy will;
At thy command is still.
Thy goodness we'll adore;
And humbly hope for more.