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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.

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J. G. ADAMS.

The Same.

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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Let thy bright light divine
On all the people shine,
Make us forever thine,

From sin set free!

L. P. M.

National Praise and Prayer.

KIPFIS.

1 WITH grateful hearts with joyful tongues,
To God we raise united songs;

His power and mercy we proclaim :
Through every age, O, may we own
Jehovah here has fixed his throne,

And triumph in his mighty name.

2 Long as the moon her course shall run,
Or men behold the circling sun,

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Lord, in our land support thy reign;
Crown her just counsels with success,
With truth and peace her borders bless,
And all thy sacred rights maintain.

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Prayer for our Country.

1 God bless our native land,
Firm may she ever stand
Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of winds and wave,
Do thou our country save,
By thy great might.

2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God above the skies;

On him we wait;

ANONYMOUS

Thou who hast heard each sigh,
Watching each weeping eye,
Be thou forever nigh ;-

God save the state.

1 GREAT GOD! let all our tuneful powers
Awake and sing thy mighty name;
Thy hand rolls on our circling hours,
The hand from which our being came.

2 Seasons and moons revolving round

In beauteous order speak thy praise;
And years with smiling mercy crowned,
To thee successive honors raise.

3 Each changing season on our souls
Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds;
And
every period, as it rolls,

Showers countless blessings on our heads.

4 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe
All to thy vast unbounded love;

Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hope of nobler joys above.

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L. M.

ENFIELD'S SEL.

The Goodness of God in the Seasons.

1 GREAT GOD! at whose all-powerful call
At first arose this beauteous frame,
By thee the seasons change, and all
The changing seasons speak thy name.

2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,

From winter storms recovered, rise;
When thousand grateful scenes appear,
Fresh opening to our wondering eyes.

3 0, how delightful 't is to see

The earth in vernal beauty dressed!
While in each herb, and flower, and tree,
Thy bright perfections shine confessed!

4 Indulgent God! from every part,

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Thy plenteous blessings largely flow;
e see, we taste;-let every heart
With grateful love and duty glow.

1 WITH Songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;

O'er all the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends his showers of blessings down,
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3 His steady councils change the face
Of each declining year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

4 On us his providence has shone,
With gentle, smiling rays;

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O, may our lips and lives make known
His goodness and his praise.

H. M.

Providence acknowledged in the Seasons.

1 REJOICE! the Lord is King:
Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals! give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:

J. TAYLOR

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

2 His wintry north winds blow,
Loud tempests rush amain;
Yet his thick showers of snow
Defend the infant grain:

Lift up your hearts, lift
up your voice;
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

3 He wakes the genial spring,
Perfumes the balmy air;
The vales their tribute bring,
The promise of the year:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice:
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

4 He leads the circling year;
His flocks the hills adorn;

He fills the golden ear,

And loads the field with corn;
your voice;

O happy mortals! raise

Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.

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