PILGRIM. 8, 7. D. George Kingsley. (1811-) 1853. 1. TOSSED upon life's raging billow, Sweet it is, O Lord, to know, Thou didst press a sailor's pil - low, And canst feel a sailor's woe. Nev -er slumb'ring, nev-er sleeping, Though the night be dark and drear, Thou the faithful watch art keeping, "All, all's well," Thy constant cheer. 2 And though loud the wind is howling, Fierce though flash the lightnings red; Darkly though the storm-cloud's scowling O'er the sailor's anxious head; All its noise and tumult still, 3 Thus my heart the hope will cherish, Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry; Darkness round me, billows o'er me, Not the glimmer of a star: Gasping as I was for breath; 2 All the evils of a life-time Bearing down on my dark path, Thinking of the night of wrath! Burst upon me like a star. 3 And a voice spoke to me cheerly, Spoke as from that burning star, Rev. Edward Hopper. (1818-) 1870, 1873 Johann Crüger. (1598-1662.) 1653. WITTEMBERG. 6, 7, 6. Now thank we all our God, With heart, and hands, and voices, es; Who from our mother's 1149 "Nun danket alle Gott." 2 O may this bounteous God Through all our life be near us, And blessed peace to cheer us; And guide us when perplext, And free us from all ills In this world and the next. Rev. Martin Rinkart. (1586-1649.) 1644. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829-) 1858. ab. 1150 "Herr Gott, wir danken Dir." In loud and happy chorus Whose goodness reigneth o'er us. Lord God, we worship Thee. 2 Lord God, we worship Thee: For Thou our land defendest; And strife and war Thou endest. Thou grantest us to see, 3 Lord God, we worship Thee: Thou didst indeed chastise us, I To Thee, O God, we raise And ever shalt be ours: Our lips and lives shall laud Thy name, with all our powers. 2 Thy goodness, like the dew On Hermon's hill descending, Is every morning new, And tells of love unending. We bless Thy tender care That led our wayward feet, Past every fatal snare, To streams and pastures sweet. The precious blood applying. Their incense unto Thee, Rev. Arthur Tappan Pierson. (1836-) 1873. 1152 National Blessings recounted. 2 Blessings from His liberal hand Pour around this ppy land: Let our hearts, beneath His sway, Hail the bright, triumphant day. 3 Now to Thee our joys ascend, Thou hast been our heavenly Friend: Guarded by Thy mighty power, Peace and freedom bless our shore. 4 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, Here we feel no tyrant's rod, 5 Hark, the voice of nature sings 14 Praise Him for our harvest-store, 5 Glory to our bounteous King; And blest Spirit, Three in One. Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821--) 1861. ab. 1154 "Praise waiteth for Thee, O God." I PRAISE to God, immortal praise, 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain; 5 These to Thee, my God, we owe, ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL. 7. D. Sir. George J. Elvey. (1816--) c 1860. I. COME, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of Harvest-home: All is safe-ly gathered in, Ere the win-ter storms begin; God, our Ma- ker, doth pro-vide For our wants to 2 All the world is God's own field, First the blade, and then the ear, 3 For the Lord our God shall come, 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come Rev. Henry Alford. (1810-1871.) 1845. 1156 Thanksgiving or Fast. I CHRIST, by heavenly hosts adored, Drop, O Lord, the kindly rain; Men that love and honor Thee; One wide, free, and happy land. CAMBRIDGE C. M. John Randall. (1715-1799-) 1790. 1. O LORD, our fathers oft have told, In our attentive ears, Thy wonders in their 1157 God's Dealings with our Fathers. 2 For not their courage, not their sword, To them salvation gave; Nor strength that from unequal force Their fainting troops could save. 3 But Thy right hand and powerful arm, 4 As Thee their God our fathers owned, Thou art our sovereign King: O therefore, as Thou didst to them, 5 To Thee the triumph we ascribe, Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. and alt. I SHINE on our land, Jehovah, shine, Reveal Thy power through all our coasts, 2 When shall Thy name, from shore to shore, Sound all the earth abroad, And distant nations know and love 3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, 4 He, the great Lord, the sovereign Judge, That sits enthroned above, Wisely commands the worlds He made, In justice and in love. 5 Earth shall confess her Maker's hand, Our God will crown His chosen land 6 God, the Redeemer, scatters round While the creation's utmost bound Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719. ab. and alt |