AMERICA. 6, 4.

HENRY CAREY.

1089 National hymn.
1 MY country! 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing:

Land where my fathers died! Land of the pilgrims' pride! From every 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 above.

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!

SAMUEL F. SMITH.

1090 Our native land. 1 GOD bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand,

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!

JOHN S. DWIGHT

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1091 Pardon for national sins.

1 DREAD Jehovah! God of nations!
From thy temple in the skies,
Hear thy people's supplications;
Now for their deliverance rise.

2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
In thy holy place we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

3 Though our sins, our hearts confound ing,

Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding; Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.

4 Let that mercy veil transgression; Let that blood our guilt efface: Save thy people from oppression; Save from spoil thy holy place.

UNKNOWN,

RUSSIAN HYMN. 11, 10, 9.

ALEXIS THEODORE LWOFF.

2 God, the Omnipotent! mighty Avenger, Watching invisible, judging unheard; Save us in mercy, O save us from danger; Give to us peace in our time, O Lord.

3 God, the All-Merciful! earth hath forsaken

Thy ways all holy, and slighted thy word: Let not thy wrath in its terror awaken; Give to us pardon and peace, O Lord.

4 So will thy people, with thankful devotion,

Praise him who saved them from peril and sword,

Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean, Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord.

HENRY F. CHORLEY.

1093 Thanksgiving choral.

1 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.

NATHAN STRONG.

ZELZAH. C. M.

GERMAN MELODY.

1094

Mercy implored.

1 GREAT King of nations, hear our prayer, While at thy feet we fall,

And humbly, with united cry,

To thee for mercy call.

2 The guilt is ours, but grace is thine,
O turn us not away;

But hear us from thy lofty throne,
And help us when we pray.

3 Our fathers' sins were manifold,
And ours no less we own,
Yet wondrously from age to age
Thy goodness hath been shown.

4 When dangers, like a stormy sea,
Beset our country round,

To thee we looked, to thee we cried,
And help in thee was found.

5 With one consent we meekly bow
Beneath thy chastening hand,
And, pouring forth confession meet,
Mourn with our mourning land.
6 With pitying eye behold our need,
As thus we lift our prayer;
Correct us with thy judgments, Lord,
Then let thy mercy spare.

JOHN H. GURNEY.

1095 For protection in pestilence. 1 IN grief and fear to thee, O Lord, We now for succor fly;

Thine awful judgments are abroad, O shield us, lest we die.

2 The fell disease on every side Walks forth with tainted breath;

1096 Impending judgments.

1 COME, let our souls adore the Lord,
Whose judgments yet delay;
Who yet suspends the lifted sword,
And gives us time to pray.

2 Great is our guilt, our fears are great, But let us not despair;

Still open is the mercy-seat

To penitence and prayer.

3 Kind Intercessor, to thy love
This blessed hope we owe:
O let thy merits plead above,
While we implore below.

4 Though justice near thy awful throne Attends thy dread command,

Lord, hear thy servants, hear thy Son, And save a guilty land.

Doxology.

ANNE STEELE.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore!

TATE AND BRADY.

PALESTRINA.

C. M.

GIOVANNI PETRI ALOYSIUS PALESTRINA,

1097 National deliverance ascribed to God.

1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days performed,
And in more ancient years.

2 'Twas not their courage, nor their sword, To them salvation gave;

'Twas not their number, nor their strength, That did their country save;

3 But thy right hand, thy powerful arm,
Whose succor they implored;
Thy providence protected them,
Who thy great name adored.

4 As thee their God our fathers owned,
So thou art still our King;

O, therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.

5 To thee the glory we ascribe,
From whom salvation came;
In God, our shield, we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.

TATE AND BRADY.

1098 Prayer for our native land.

1 LORD, while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime and coast,

O hear us for our native land,-
The land we love the most.

2 O guard our shores from every foe; With peace our borders bless,

Our cities with prosperity,

Our fields with plenteousness.

1099 Strong to heal and save.

1 THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old
Was strong to heal and save;

It triumphed o'er disease and death,
O'er darkness and the grave:

To thee they went, the blind, the dumb
The palsied and the lame,

The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame.

2 And lo, thy touch brought life and health,
Gave speech, and strength, and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed
Owned thee, the Lord of light:
And now, O Lord, be near to bless,
Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,
As by Gennesareth's shore.

3 Be thou our great Deliverer still,
Thou Lord of life and death;
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless
With thine almighty breath.

To hands that work, and eyes that see,
Give wisdom's heavenly lore,

That whole and sick, and weak and strong,
May praise thee evermore.

EDWARD H. PLUMPTRE.

MENDON. L. M.

GERMAN MELODY.

1100

National blessings.

1 GREAT God of nations, now to thee
Our hymn of gratitude we raise;
With humble heart, and bending knee,
We offer thee our song of praise.

2 Thy name we bless, Almighty God,
For all the kindness thou hast shown
To this fair land the pilgrims trod,-

This land we fondly call our own.

3 Here freedom spreads her banner wide, And casts her soft and hallowed ray; Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide

In safety through their dangerous way.

4 We praise thee that the gospel's light Through all our land its radiance sheds; Dispels the shades of error's night,

And heavenly blessings round us spreads.

5 Great God, preserve us in thy fear; In danger still our guardian be;

O spread thy truth's bright precepts here; Let all the people worship thee.

UNKNOWN.

1101 Thanksgiving for national peace. 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,

1 O GOD of love, O King of peace,
Make wars throughout the world to cease;
The wrath of sinful man restrain;
Give peace, O God, give peace again.

2 Remember, Lord, thy works of old,
The wonders that our fathers told;
Remember not our sin's dark stain;
Give peace, O God, give peace again.

3 Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord?
Where rest but on thy faithful word?
None ever called on thee in vain;
Give peace, O God, give peace again.

4 Where saints and angels dwell above,
All hearts are knit in holy love;
O bind us in that heavenly chain;
Give peace, O God, give peace again.

SIR HENRY W. BAXER.