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2 The nation Thou hast blest
May well Thy love declare,
From foes and fears at rest,
Protected by Thy care.
For this fair land,
For this bright day,
Our thanks we pay-
Gifts of Thy hand.

3 May every mountain height,
Each vale and forest green,
Shine in Thy Word's pure light,
And its rich fruits be seen!
May every tongue
Be tuned to praise,
And join to raise
A grateful ng!

4 Earth! hear thy Maker's voice, Thy great Redeemer own; Believe, obey, rejoice,

And worship Him alone.
Cast down thy pride,
Thy sin deplore,

And bow before

The Crucified.

5 And when in power He comes,
Oh, may our native land,
From all its rending tombs,
Send forth a glorious band,
A countless throng
Ever to sing

To heaven's high King,
Salvation's song.

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M'Sweet land of liberty,

Y country, 't is of thee,

Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim's pride,
From ev'ry 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 bove.

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.

6s & 48.


OD bless our native land!

G Firmem

Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By Thy great might.

2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God, above the skies;
On Him we wait:
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,
God save the State!


6s & 4s.

8s & 7s.


READ Jehovah! God of nations!
From Thy temple in the skies
Hear Thy people's supplications;
Now for their deliv'rance rise.

2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding;
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
3 Let that love veil our transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save Thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil Thy holy place.
4 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at Thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

541 (971).


Still saved by Thine almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring

To Thee, our Saviour, and our King.
2 Let ev'ry sacred temple raise
Triumphant songs of holy praise;
Let ev'ry peaceful, private home
A temple, Lord, to Thee become.
3 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in Thy glorious sight;
Still in Thy precepts and Thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.


CING hallelujah! sing

Bring your oblations, bring
Thank-offerings to the throne;
Take words of joy, of comfort take,
Awake to love, to life awake.

2 The Lord put forth His hand,
He touch'd us, and we died;
Vengeance went through the land,
But mercy walk'd beside;

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He heard our prayers, He saw our tears, And stay'd the plague, and quell'd our fears 3 What shall we give to Thee?

O Thou, whose purer eyes

Behold iniquity

In man's best sacrifice?

Ourselves we give, but rest our claim
On Christ, and know none other name.




NOR Thy mercy and Thy grace,
Constant through another year,
Hear our song of thankfulness;
Jesus, our Redeemer, hear.

2 In our weakness and distress,

Rock of strength, be Thou our stay; In the pathless wilderness

Be our true and living way.

3 Who of us death's awful road

In the coming year shall tread,
With Thy rod and staff, O God,
Comfort Thou his dying bed.
4 Make us faithful, make us pure,
Keep us evermore Thine own;
Help Thy servants to endure,
Fit us for Thy promised crown.

5 So within Thy palace gate

We shall praise, on golden strings,
Thee the only Potentate,

Lord of lords, and King of kings.

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HILE with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,

Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here;

Fix'd in an eternal state,

They have done with all below,

We a little longer wait,

But how little none can know.

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