2 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: 3 But thy right hand, - thy powerful arm,- As thee their God our fathers owned, 5 To thee the glory we 'll ascribe, 8 & 6s. M. 726. HEBER. Prayer for our Country. 1 FROM foes that would the land devour; From blinded zeal, by faction led; 2 Defend, O God, with guardian hand, And grant thy churches grace to stand 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 & 4s. M. 727. The Pilgrim Fathers. PIERPONT 1 GONE are those great and good 2 Ye temples, that to God Their garnered dust. Thou high and holy One, While day shall break and close, On these our hills! L. M. 728. C. WESLEY. The Mariner's Hymn. 1 LORD of the wide extended main ! 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, O'erawed by majesty divine, And lost in thine immensity! 3 Thy wisdom here we learn to adore, 4 Infinite God! thy greatness spanned 5 Thee to perfection who can tell? L. M. 729. The Mariner's Hymn. C. WESLEY. 1 GLORY to thee, whose powerful word 2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey, 3 What though the floods lift up their voice, 4 Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy 1 S. M. 730. Worship at Sea. S. GRAHAM. HEAVE, mighty ocean, heave, And blow thou boisterous wind, Onward we swiftly glide, and leave Our home and friends behind. 2 Away, away, we steer, Upon the ocean's breast; And dim the distant heights appear, 3 There is a loneliness Upon the mighty deep; And hurried thoughts upon us press, 4 But there is hope and joy, Danger nor death can e'er destroy 5 Then wherefore should we grieve, Or what have we to fear? Though home and friends and life we leave, 6 Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep; C. M. 731. ADDISON. The Traveller's Hymn. 1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord! 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3 When by the dreadful tempest borne They know thou art not slow to hear, 4 The storm is laid; the winds retire, The sea, that roars at thy command, In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, |