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3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine:
The plants in beauty grew :
And inild, refreshing dew.
Matured the swelling grain;
And plenty fills the plain.
Thy hand all nature hails;
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:
From the dark borders of the grave ? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is;
While you record his holiness.
His love is life and length of days :
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From thee our public blessings spring :
All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,
To God we raise united songs.
L. M. MRS. STEELE. Thanksgiving for National Peace. Ps. 46. 1 Great Ruler of the earth and skies,
A word of thine almighty breath
Thy smile is life, thy frown is death. 2 When angry nations rush to arms,
And rage, and noise, and tumult reign,
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;
And thy sublime decrees fulfil.
Thy kind protection still implore:
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God the Deliverer of Nations. Ps. 44. 1 O LORD, our fathers ost have told
In our attentive ears,
And elder times than theirs. 2 ’T was not their courage, nor their sword,
To thein salvation gave;
Their fainting troops could save:
Whose succor they implored;
Who thy great name adored.
Thou art our sovereign King:
To us deliverance bring.
L. M. AIKIN.
The Horrors of War.
And death and ruin strew the ground;
The Parent and the Lord of all. 2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind
The image of a heaven-born mind,
Hast cherished all the kindred race; 3 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind
The raging waves, the furious wind,
And hush the maddening world to peace. 4 With reverence may each hostile land
Hear and obey that high command,
My creatures, live in mutual love !"
That bound our goodly heritage,
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;
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.
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And whom unnumbered worlds adore !
While nature trembles at thy power: 2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;
Acts but the part assigned by thee. 3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid,
To thee we raise the humble cry;
Thine incense, a repentant sigh.
Confess thy hand, and bless the rod,