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2 Tyrannic death, in vain thy rage,
Thy triumphs new in every age,

O'er the first heroes of his host;
Conscious of more than mortal aid,
Our bleeding hearts are not dismay'd,

But an immortal leader boast.

3 Though buried deep in dust they lie, Whose tuneful voices rais'd on high

Led the sweet anthems to his name; The children learn the father's song, And unform’d tongues shall still prolong

The ever-present Saviour's fame. 4 The present Saviour, he shall give Millions of future saints to live,

And crowd the temples of his grace:
The present Saviour, lo, he comes,
To call whole legions from their tombs,

And teach their dust sublimer praise.

FAST DAY.

132. Prayer and Hope of Victory. (L. M.) 1 N

COW may the God of pow'r and grace,

Attend his people's humble cry!
Jehovah hears when Isr'el prays,

And brings deliv'rance from on high. 2 The name of Jacob's God defends,

Better than shields or brazen walls;
He, from his sanctuary, sends,
Succour and strength when Zion calls.

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3 Well he remembers all our sighs ;

His love exceeds our best deserts ;
His love accepts the sacrifice,

Of humble groans, and broken hearts. 4 In his salvation is our hope,

And in the name of Isr'el's God,
Our troops shall lift their banners up,

Our navies spread their flags abroad. 5 Some trust in horses train'd for war,

And some of chariots make their boast;
Our surest expectations are,

From thee, the Lord, of beav'nly hosts. 6 O may the mem'ry of thy name

Inspire our armies for the fight !
Our foes shall fall, and die with shame,

Or quit the field with shameful flight! 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear ;

Now let our hopes be firm and strong,
'Till thy salvation shall appear,
And joy and triumph raise the song.

133.

The Church's-Safety. (L. M.)
1
GOD
VOD is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade ;
Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold him present with his aid.
2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl’d,

Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

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3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,

In sacred peace our souls abide;
While ev'ry nation, ev'ry shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

4 There is a stream, whose gentle slow

Supplies the city of our God:
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watring our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,

That all our raging fears controuls ;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Sion enjoys her Monarch's love,

Secure against a threatning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm’d with pow'r.

134. On a Day of Humiliation for Disappointment

in War.

1 LO

ORD, hast thou cast the nation off?

Must we for ever mourn?
Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?

Shall mercy ne'er return ?

2 The terror of one frown of thine,

Melts all our strength away ;
Like men that totter, drunk with wine,

We tremble in dismay.

s Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke,

And dreads thy threatning hand :
O heal the island thou hast broke ;-

Confirm the wav'ring land. 4 Lift up a banner in the field,

For those that fear thy name ;
Save thy beloved with thy shield,

And put our foes to shame.
5 Go with our armies to the fight,

Like a confed’rate God;
In vain confed'rate pow'rs unite,

Against thy lifted rod.
6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown,

By thine assisting hand ;
'Tis God that treads the mighty down,

And makes the feeble stand.

135. National Judgments. (C. M.) 1 THE

"HE gathering clouds, with aspect dark,

A rising storm presage;
O! to be hid within the ark,

And shelter'd from its rage!
2 See the commission'd angel frown;

That vial in his hand,
Fill'd with fierce wrath, is pouring down,

Upon our guilty land !
3 May we, at least, with one consent,

Fall low before the throne;
With tears the nation's sins lament,

The church's and our own.

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4 The humble souls who mourn and pray,

The Lord approves and knows;
His mark secures them in the day,

When vengeance strikes his foes.

136.

Pleading with God for a guilty Land.

Gen. xviii. 23. (L. M.)

1
G
"REAT God! did pious Abr'am pray

For Sodom's vile abandon'd race?
And shall not all our souls be rous'd,
For Britain to implore thy grace?

2 Base as we are, doth not thine

eye Its chosen thousands here survey? Whose souls, deep humbled, mourn the crouds,

Who walk in sin's destructive way?
3 O Judge supreme ! let not thy sword,

The righteous with the wicked smite;
Nor bury in promiscuous heaps,

Rebels, and saints, thy chief delight. 4 Jesus the intercessor hear,

And for his sake thy grace impart,
Which, while it stops the fiery stream,
Dissolves the most obdurate heart.

5 Sodom shall change to Zion then,

And heavenly dews be scatter'd round,
That plant of paradise may spring,
Where baleful poisons curs’d the ground.

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