5 "To nakedness and want
Your food and raiment deal,
To dwell your kindred race among,
And all their sufferings heal?

"Then, like the morning ray,
Shall spring your health and light;
Before you, righteousness shall shine,
Behind, my glory bright!"

C. M.

719.

BREVIARY.

Humility under Affliction.

O SINNER, bring not tears alone,
Or outward form of prayer,
But let it in thy heart be known
That penitence is there.

To smite the breast, the clothes to rend,
God asketh not of thee:

Thy stubborn soul he bids thee bend
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.

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"He cometh to judge the world."

1 GOD, to correct a guilty world,

In wrath is slow to rise,

But comes at length in thunder clothed,
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;

His path is in the trackless winds,
And in the foaming sea.

4 Yet, though enveloped in the cloud,
And from our view concealed,

The righteous Judge will soon appear,
In majesty revealed.

5 Then will he curb the lawless power,
The deadly wrath of man,
And all the windings will unfold
Of his own gracious plan.

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 O may our land, in this her hour,
Confess thy hand, and bless the rod,
By penitence make thee her friend,
And find in thee a guardian God!

6 & 4s. M.

722.

National Hymn.

S. F. SMITH.

1 My country, 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain-side
Let freedom ring.

2 My native country, thee-
Land of the noble free

Thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;

Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,-
The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,

To thee we sing:

Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,

Great God, our King.

C. M.

723.

WREFORD.

Prayer for our Country.

1 LORD! while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime and coast, O hear us for our native land,

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.

5 Lord of the nations! thus to thee
Our country we commend;
Be thou her refuge and her trust,
Her everlasting friend.

1 IN pleasant lands have fallen the lines.
That bound our goodly heritage;

And, safe beneath our sheltering vines,
Our youth is blessed, and soothed our age.

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;
They sowed in tears, -in joy we reap;
The birthright they so dearly bought,
We'll guard till we with them shall sleep.

4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
In weal and woe, through all the past,
Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,
While here their name and race shall last.

C. M.

725.

TATE & BRady.

God our Deliverer.

1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days performed,
Ånd in more ancient years.