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PILGRIM, 8, 7. D.
George Kingsley. (1811–) 1853.
1. Tossed upon lise'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.
Christ on the Lake of Galilee.
Darkness round me, billows o'er me, 1147 Mark iv. 38.
Not the glimmer of a star : 2 And though loud the wind is howling,
Billows o'er me, and no mercy, Fierce though flash the lightnings red;
Gasping as I was for breath;
Of the darker night of death.
2 All the evils of a life-time Hush the tempest's wild commotion,
Bearing down on my dark path, At the bidding of Thy will.
And I sinking,-0 I tremble,
Thinking of the night of wrath ! 3 Thus my heart the hope will cherish, Cast away, and lost, and sinking, While to Thee I lift mine eye,
Clinging to a broken spar; Thou wilt save me ere I perish,
Suddenly a light from heaven Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry;
Burst upon me like a star. And though mast and sail be riven,
3 And a voice spoke to me cheerly, Life's short voyage will soon be o'er ;
Spoke as from that burning star, Safely moored in Heaven's wide haven,
“Trust to me, and I will save you; Storms and tempests vex no more.
Cling not to a broken spar." Rev. George Washington Bethune. (1805–1862.) 1830. alt.
Trembling, yet believing, hoping, 1148
I was borne above the wave;
And I live to tell how Jesus
Rev. Edward Hopper. (1818–) 1879, 1873
Once more our Father's hand
Doth bid our sorrows flee, And peace rejoice our land; Lord God, we worship Thee.
Johann Frank. (1618–1677.) 1653. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. 1862. ab.
Ps. xxii; cili.
1149 “Nun danket alle Gott."
Through all our life be near us,
And blesséd peace to cheer us;
And guide us when perplext,
Rev. Martin Rinkart. (1586—1649.) 1644. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829–) 1858. ab. 1150 “Herr Gott, wir danken Dir." i LORD God, we worship Thee:
In loud and happy chorus
Whose goodness reigneth o'er us.
For ever shall it be
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,
Lord God, gives thanks to Thee. 3 Lord God, we worship Thee:
Thou didst indeed chastise us,
And still Thy mercy tries us.
Our voice, in choral singing;
Our hearts' oblations bringing.
And ever shalt be ours:
Thy name, with all our powers.
On Hermon's hill descending,
And tells of love unending.
That led our wayward feet,
To streams and pastures sweet.
The cross, for sinners dying;
The precious blood applying.
Their incense unto Thee,
14 Praise Him for our harvest-store,
He hath filled the garner-floor;
Pledge of everlasting bliss.
Glory let Creation sing;
Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker. (1821–) 1861. ab.
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:
Peace and freedom bless our shore. 4 Here, beneath a virtuous sway,
Lawful rulers we obey ;
Here we own and worship God. 5 Hark, the voice of nature sings
Praises to the King of kings;
Rev. Nathan Strong. (1748-1816.) 1799.
“Give Thanks unto the Lord." 1153
Hymns of adoration sing;
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Day by day his course to run;
Shining with her gentle light.
To mature the swelling grain;
“Praise waiteth for Thee, O God." 1154
For the love that crowns our days!
Let Thy praise our tongues employ. 2 For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield;
Ripened 'neath the summer sky; 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; 4. All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
From her rich o'erflowing stores: 15 These to Thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Ere the win-ter storms be . gin; God, our Ma- ker, doth pro-vide For our wants to
be supplied: Come to God's own
1155 Harvest Hyme.
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
In His garner everinore.
To Thy final Harvest-home;
Rev. Henry Alford. (1810-1871.) 1845.
Thanksgiving or Fast,
Gracious, mighty, sovereign Lord,
Save Thy people, bless our land.
Drop, O Lord, the kindly rain ;
Bless Thy people, bless our land.
Men that love and honor Thee;
One wide, free, and happy land.
CAMBRIDGE C. M.
John Randall. (1715-1799.) 1790
2 1. O Lord,our fa - thers oft have told, In
our at • ten - tive ears, Thy wonders in their
days perfor.ne!, Andelder times than theirs, Andelder times than theirs, And elder times than theirs.
God's Dealings with our Fathers, 1157
Ps. xliv. 2 For not their courage, not their sword,
To them salvation gave;
Their fainting troops could save. 3 But Thy right hand and powerful arm,
Whose succor they implored ; Thy presence with the chosen race,
Who Thy great name adored. 4 As Thee their God our fathers owned,
Thou art our sovereign King:
To us deliverance bring.
From whom the conquest came ;
Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. and alt.
14. Thus shall they learn, in God alone
Their hope securely stands;
Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1719. 1159
The Nation prospered, and the Church increased. 1 SHINE on our land, Jehovah, shine,
With beams of heavenly grace;
And show Thy smiling face. 2 When shall Thy name, from shore to shore,
Sound all the earth abroad,
Their Saviour and their God?
Sing loud with solemn voice;
And thankful hearts rejoice. 4 He, the great Lord, the sovereign judge,
That sits enthroned above,
In justice and in love.
And yield a full increase ;
With fruitfulness and peace.
His choicest favors here;
Rev. Isaac Watis. 1719. ab. and all
1158 Pa Interior y une, St. Martin's p so
The Story handed 1 Let children hear the mighty deeds,
Which God performed of old; Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make His glories known,
His works of power and grace ; And we 'll convey His wonders down
Through every rising race. 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs,
May teach them to their heirs.