2 Then, when their weary ark, found rest,
Another Zion proudly grew,
In more than Judah's glory dressed,
With light that Israel never knew:
From sea to sea her empire spread,
Her temple Heaven, and Christ her Head.
3 Then let the grateful church, to-day,
Its ancient rite with gladness keep;
And still our fathers' God display
His kindness, though the fathers sleep:
Oh, bless, as thou hast blessed the past,
While earth, and time, and heaven shall last!
FAITH of our fathers! living still
In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword;
Oh how our hearts beat high with joy
Whene'er we hear that glorious word;
Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith!
We will be true to thee till death.
2 Our fathers chained in prisons dark,
Were still in heart and conscience free;
How sweet would be their children's fate,
If they, like them, could die før thee!
Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith!
We will be true to thee till death.
3 Faith of our fathers! we will love
Both friend and foe in all our strife;
And preach thee too, as love knows how,
By kindly words and virtuous life;
Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith!
We will be true to thee till death.
CHRIST, by heavenly hosts adored,
Gracious, mighty, sovereign Lord,
God of nations, King of kings,
Head of all created things,
By the church with joy confest,
God o'er all forever blest;
Pleading at Thy throne we stand,
Save Thy people, bless our land!
2 By Thyself, the Source of grace,
By Thy Headship of our race,
By Thy coming from the skies,
By Thine awful Sacrifice,
By Thy reign o'er all the earth
For its new and second birth;
In Thy merits let us stand,
Save, O Lord, and bless our land!
3 From all public sin and shame,
From ambition's grasping aim,
From rebellion, war and death,
From the pestilential breath,
From dread famine's awful stroke,
From oppression's galling yoke,
From the judgments of Thy hand;
Spare Thy people, spare our land!
4 On our fields of grass and grain
Drop, O Lord, the kindly rain;
O'er our wide and goodly land
Crown the labors of each hand;
Let Thy kind protection be
O'er our commerce on the sea;
Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand,
Bless Thy people, bless our land!
5 Let our rulers ever be
Men that love and honor Thee;
Let the powers by Thee ordained,
Be in righteousness maintained;
In the people's hearts increase
Love of piety and peace;
Thus, united we shall stand
One wide, free, and happy land!
6 God the Father, let Thy love
Shine upon us from above;
God the Son, our Saviour, plead,
With Thy blood, for all we need;
God the Holy Ghost, impart
Healing power to every heart:
Triune God, oh hear our plea,
Save us as we trust in Thee!
HINE on our land, Jehovah, shine
With beams of heavenly grace;
Reveal Thy power through all our coasts,
And show Thy smiling face.
2 Here fix Thy throne exalted high,
And here our Glory stand;
And, like a wall of guardian fire,
Surround Thy favorite land.
3 When shall Thy name from shore to shore
Sound all the earth abroad;
And distant nations know and love
Their Saviour and their God!
4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Sing loud with solemn voice;
Let thankful tongues exalt His praise,
And thankful hearts rejoice.
5 He, the great Lord, the sovereign Judge,
That sits enthroned above,
Wisely commands the worlds He made,
In justice and in love.
6 Earth shall confess her Maker's hand,
And yield a full increase ;
Our God will crown His chosen land
With fruitfulness and peace.
7 God, the Redeemer, scatters round
His choicest favors here;
While the creation's utmost bound
Shall see, adore, and fear.
TEACH us, O Lord, aright to plead
For mercies from above:
Oh come and bless our souls indeed,
With light and joy and love.
2 The gospel's promised land is wide,
We fain would enter in ;
But we are pressed on every side,
With unbelief and sin.
3 Arise, O Lord, enlarge our coast,
Let us possess the whole;
That Satan may no longer boast,
He can Thy work control.
4 Oh may Thy hand be with us still,
Our Guide and Guardian be,
To keep us safe from every ill
Till death shall set us free.
5 Help us on Thee to cast our care,
And on Thy word to rest,
That Israel's God, who heareth prayer,
Will grant us our request.
NCE more the solemn season calls
A holy fast to keep;
And now within the temple walls
Both priests and people weep.
2 But vain all outward sign of grief,
And vain the form of prayer,
Unless the heart implore relief,
And penitence be there.
3 We smite the breast, we weep in vain,
In vain in ashes mourn,
Unless with penitential pain
The smitten soul be torn.
4 In sorrow true then let us pray
To our offended God,
From us to turn His wrath away
And stay the uplifted rod.
5 O God, our Judge and Father, deign
To spare the bruised reed;
We pray for time to turn again,
For grace to turn indeed.
6 Blest Three in One, to Thee we bow;
Vouchsafe us, in Thy love,
To gather from these fasts below
Immortal fruit above.
SEE, Gracious Lord, before Thy throne,
Thy mourning people bend!
'T is on Thy sovereign grace alone
Our humble hopes depend.
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