3 Great God, and is Columbia spar'd, O make thy awful warnings heard, 4 What land so favour'd of the skies, Our numerous crimes increasing rise, 6 Regardless of thy smile or frown, And sink with gay indifference down 70 turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 8 Then, should insulting foes invade, If God, our God, be near. CCCXCIX. C. M. RIP. SEL. S. C. Ustick's edition. A Hymn for a Fast Day. Gen. xviii. 23, 33. WH THEN Abram, full of sacred awe, And with a humble fervent prayer, 2 With what success, what wondrous grace, The Lord would spare if in the place 3 And could a single holy soul Great God, and shall a nation cry, 4 Columbia, guilty as she is, Her numerous saints can boast, 6 Still are we thine, we bear thy name, Long has thy presence bless'd our land, CCCC. L. M. Paul's tune. DAVIES. National Judgments deprecated, and National WHILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord, Oh! whither shall the helpless fly; When all was fear and hopeless grief. 4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn, To our forsaken God we turn; O spare our guilty country,-spare The church which thou hast planted here. We plead thy grace, indulgent God; We plead thy Son's atoning blood; We plead thy gracious promises, And are they unavailing pleas? 6 These pleas, presented at thy throne, Have brought ten thousand blessings down On guilty lands in helpless woe; Let them prevail to save us too. CCCCI. L. M. BALT. COLLEC Confession and Prayer. Isa. 1, 2. the OH may power that melts the rock Be felt by all assembled here, Or else our service will but mock- 2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land, Which thousands cannot, will not see. That God has made our cause his own. 5 But ah! both heaven and earth have heard Our vile requital of his love! We, whom like children he has rear'd, Are signs that mark the present times. And know what Israel ought to do. A PRAYER FOR THE PRESIDENT, CON GRESS, MAGISTRATES, &c. CCCCII. L. M. RIP. SEL. S. C. Ustick's edition-altered. GREAT God of all! thy matchless power Should every nation still adore; Thee, our Sovereign, we would own, And bow before thy gracious throne. 2 May peace her balmy wing extend, From age to age upon this land; Grant freedom and the gospel's sound; Make every blessing here abound. 3 Our President with wisdom crown, His soul with thy rich grace adorn; Resolve his heart, 'midst all his foes, "To launch the stream which duty shows." 4 Over our Capitol diffuse, From hills divine, thy welcome dews; With grateful songs our hearts inspire, TIME AND ETERNITY; CCCCIII. L. M. STEELE. ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame, 4 O be a nobler portion mine; |