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3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine:

The plants in beauty grew :
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,

And inild, refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above

Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,

And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;

Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,

Summer nor winter, fails.

550. L. M. WATTS. Sickness healed and Sorrow removed. Ps. 30. 1 I will extol thee, Lord, on high ;

At thy command diseases fly:
Who but a God can speak and save

From the dark borders of the grave ? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,

And tell how large his goodness is;
Let all your powers rejoice and bless,

While you record his holiness.
3 His anger but a moment stays;

His love is life and length of days :
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning star restores the joy.


351. L. M. 61.

Thanksgiving for National Prosperity.
1 How rich thy gifts, almighty King!

From thee our public blessings spring :
The extended trade, the fruitful skies,
The treasures liberty bestows,
The eternal joys the gospel shows,

All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,

To God we raise united songs.
Here still may God in mercy reign;
Crown our just counsels with success,
With peace and joy our borders bless,
And all our sacred rights maintain.


L. M. MRS. STEELE. Thanksgiving for National Peace. Ps. 46. 1 Great Ruler of the earth and skies,

A word of thine almighty breath
Can sink the world, or bid it rise;

Thy smile is life, thy frown is death. 2 When angry nations rush to arms,

And rage, and noise, and tumult reign,
And war resounds its dire alarms,

And slaughter dyes the hostile plain; 3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down, And marks their course, and bounds their

power; Thy law the angry nations own, And noise and war are heard no more.

4 Then peace returns with balmy wing;

Sweet peace, with her what blessings fled! Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing,

Reviving commerce lists her head. 5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord !

All move subservient to thy will;
Both peace and war await thy word,

And thy sublime decrees fulfil.
6 To thee we pay our grateful songs;

Thy kind protection still implore:
O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues,
Confess thy goodness, and adore.

553. C. M. TATE & Brady.

God the Deliverer of Nations. Ps. 44. 1 O LORD, our fathers ost have told

In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days performed,

And elder times than theirs. 2 ’T was not their courage, nor their sword,

To thein salvation gave;
Nor strength, that from unequal force

Their fainting troops could save:
3 But thy right hand, and powerful arm,

Whose succor they implored;
Thy presence with the favored racc,

Who thy great name adored.
4. As thee their God our fathers owned,

Thou art our sovereign King:
O therefore, as thou didst to them,

To us deliverance bring.


The Horrors of War.
1 While sounds of war are heard around,

And death and ruin strew the ground;
To thee we look, on thee we call,

The Parent and the Lord of all. 2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind

The image of a heaven-born mind,
And in a Father's wide embrace

Hast cherished all the kindred race; 3 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind

The raging waves, the furious wind,
O bid the human ternpest cease,

And hush the maddening world to peace. 4 With reverence may each hostile land

Hear and obey that high command,
Thy Son's blest errand from above-

My creatures, live in mutual love !"

L. M.

Remembrance of our Fathers.
1 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines

That bound our goodly heritage,
And safe beneath our sheltering vines

Our youth is blest, 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.

556. L. M.

Public Humiliation.
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!


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