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Psalm 67.

I SHINE on our land, Jehovah, shine With beams of heavenly grace; Reveal Thy power through all our coasts,

And show Thy smiling face.

2 Here fix Thy throne exalted high,
And here our Glory stand;
And, like a wall of guardian fire,
Surround Thy favorite land.

3 When shall Thy name from shore to shore

Sound all the earth abroad;
And distant nations know and love
Their Saviour and their God!

4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Sing loud with solemn voice;
Let thankful tongues exalt His praise,
And thankful hearts rejoice.

5 He, the great Lord, the sovereign Judge,

That sits enthroned above, Wisely commands the worlds He made, In justice and in love.

6 Earth shall confess her Maker's hand, And yield a full increase;

Our God will crown His chosen land
With fruitfulness and peace.

7 God, the Redeemer, scatters round
His choicest favors here;

While the creation's utmost bound Shall see, adore, and fear.

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I TEACH US, O Lord, aright to plead
For mercies from above:

Oh come and bless our souls indeed,
With light and joy and love.

2 The gospel's promised land is wide,
We fain would enter in ;
But we are pressed on every side
With unbelief and sin.

3 Arise, O Lord, enlarge our coast,
Let us possess the whole;
That Satan may no longer boast,
He can Thy work control.

4 Oh may Thy hand be with us still,
Our Guide and Guardian be,
To keep us safe from every ill
Till death shall set us free.

3 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear ; Now let our hope be firm and strong,

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I IN prayer together let us fall,
And cry for mercy, one and all,
And weep before the Judge, and say,
Oh, turn from us Thy wrath away!

2 Thy grace have we offended sore
By sins, O God, which we deplore;
Pour down upon us from above
The riches of Thy pardoning love.

3 Remember, Lord, though frail we be,
That yet Thine handiwork are we ;
Nor let the honor of Thy Name
Be by another put to shame.

4 Forgive the sin that we have wrought,
Increase the good that we have sought;
That we at length, our wanderings o'er,
May please Thee here and evermore.

5 Blest Three in One and One in Three, Almighty God, we pray to Thee, That Thou wouldst now vouchsafe to

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Our fast with fruits of righteousness.

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I COME, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!
All is safely gathered in,

Ere the winter storms begin;
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!

2 All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Lord of Harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be !

And shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away;
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.

4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
To Thy final Harvest-home!
Gather Thou Thy people in
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
In Thy presence to abide :
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest-home!

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I SWELL the anthem, raise the song;
Praises to our God belong;
Saints and angels, join to sing
Praises to the heavenly King.
2 Blessings from His liberal hand
Flow around this happy land;
Kept by Him, no foes annoy;
Peace and freedom we enjoy.

3 Here beneath a virtuous sway
May we cheerfully obey;
Never feel oppression's rod;
Ever own and worship God.

4 Hark! the voice of nature sings
Praises to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,
And the grateful notes prolong.
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Psalm 65.

I PRAISE On Thee in Zion's gates,
Daily, O Jehovah, waits :
Unto Thee, O God, belong
Grateful words and holy song.
2 Thou the Hope and Refuge art

Of remotest lands apart;
Distant isles and tribes unknown,
'Mid the ocean waste and lone.

3 Thou dost visit earth, and rain
Blessings on the thirsty plain,

I PRAISE, oh praise our God and King,
Hymns of adoration sing;

For His mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 Praise Him that He made the sun
Day by day his course to run;
And the silver moon by night,
Shining with her gentle light.

3 Praise Him that He gave the rain
To mature the swelling grain;
And hath bid the fruitful field
Crops of precious increase yield.

4 Praise Him for our harvest-store,-
He hath filled the garner-floor,-
And for richer food than this,
Pledge of everlasting bliss.

5 Glory to our bounteous King!
Glory let Creation sing!
Glory to the Father, Son,

And blest Spirit, Three in One!