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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;
Darkly though the storm-cloud's scowling Night upon me, and the coming
O’er the sailor's anxious head;

Of the darker night of death.
Thou canst calm the raging ocean,
All its noise and tumult still,

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;
Wreck and Rescue.

And I live to tell how Jesus
1 WRECKED and struggling in mid-ocean, Did a poor lost sinner save.
Clinging to a broken spar,

Rev. Edward Hopper. (1818–) 1879, 1873

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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."
2 O may this bounteous God

Through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts

And blesséd peace to cheer us;
And keep us in this grace,

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." i LORD God, we worship Thee:

In loud and happy chorus
We praise Thy love and power,

Whose goodness reigneth o'er us.
To heaven our song shall soar,

For ever shall it be
Resounding o'er and o'er,

Lord God, we worship Thee. 2 Lord God, we worship Thee:

For Thou our land defendest;
Thou pourest down Thy grace,

And strife and war Thou endest.
Since golden peace, O Lord,

Thou grantest us to see,
Our land with one accord,

Lord God, gives thanks to Thee. 3 Lord God, we worship Thee:

Thou didst indeed chastise us,
Yet still Thy anger spares,

And still Thy mercy tries us.


I To Thee, O God, we raise

Our voice, in choral singing;
We come, with prayer and praise,

Our hearts' oblations bringing.
Thou art our fathers' God,

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.
3 We bless Thy Son, who bore

The cross, for sinners dying;
Thy Spirit we adore,

The precious blood applying.
Let work and worship send

Their incense unto Thee,
Till song and service blend,
Beside the crystal sea.
Rev. Arthur Tappan Pierson. (1836–) 1873.

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14 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.

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:
Guarded by Thy mighty power,

Peace and freedom bless our shore. 4 Here, beneath a virtuous sway,

Lawful rulers we obey ;
Here we feel no tyrant's rod,

Here we own and worship God. 5 Hark, the voice of nature sings

Praises to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,
And the heavenly notes prolong.

Rev. Nathan Strong. (1748-1816.) 1799.

Give Thanks unto the Lord." 1153

Ps. cxxxvi.
1 PRAISE, O 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.

Praise waiteth for Thee, O God." 1154

Ps. Ixv.
I PRAISE to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous Source of every joy,

Let Thy praise our tongues employ. 2 For the blessings of the field,

For the stores the gardens yield;
For the fruits in full supply,

Ripened 'neath the summer sky; 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain;

Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews;

Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; 4. All that spring with bounteous hand

Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours

From her rich o'erflowing stores: 15 These to Thee, my God, we owe,

Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Mrs. Anna Lætitia Barbauld. (1743–1825.) 1773. ab. and all

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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

tem - ple, come, Raise the song of


1155 Harvest Hyme.
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. 3 For the Lord our God shall come,

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 everinore.
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.

Rev. Henry Alford. (1810-1871.) 1845.


Thanksgiving or Fast,
1 CHRIST, by heavenly hosts adored,

Gracious, mighty, sovereign Lord,
God of nations, King of kings,
Head of all created things,
By the Church with joy confest,
God o'er all forever blest;
Pleading at Thy throne we stand,

Save Thy people, bless our land.
2 On our fields of grass and grain

Drop, O Lord, the kindly rain ;
O'er our wide and goodly land
Crown the labors of each hand;
Let Thy kind protection be
O'er our commerce on the sea;
Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand,

Bless Thy people, bless our land.
3 Let our rulers ever be

Men that love and honor Thee;
Let the powers by Thee ordained,
Be in righteousness maintained:
In the people's hearts increase
Love of piety and peace;
Thus, united we shall stand

One wide, free, and happy land.
Rev. Henry Harbaugh. (1818—1867.) 1860. ab and alt


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.


Ps. Ixvii.

God's Dealings with our Fathers, 1157

Ps. xliv. 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,

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:
O therefore, as Thou didst to them,

To us deliverance bring.
5 To Thee the triumph we ascribe,

From whom the conquest came ;
In God we will rejoice all day,
And ever bless Thy name.

Tate and Brady. 1696. ab. and alt.

14. Thus shall they learn, in God alone

Their hope securely stands;
That they may ne'er forget His works,
But practice His commands.

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;
Reveal Thy power through all our coasts,

And show Thy smiling face. 2 When shall Thy name, from shore to shore,

Sound all the earth abroad,
And distant nations know and love

Their Saviour and their God?
3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,

Sing loud with solemn voice;
Let thankful tongues exalt His praise,

And thankful hearts rejoice. 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,

And yield a full increase ;
Our God will crown His chosen land

With fruitfulness and peace.
6 God, the Redeemer, scatters round

His choicest favors here;
While the creation's utmost bound
'Shall see, adore and fear.

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,
That generations yet unborn

May teach them to their heirs.

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