4 This day we deeply mourn our sins, -
Confess thy power, and bless thy rod;
O let us know thy pardoning love,
And find in thee a guardian God.

511.

C. M.

*TATE & BRADY.

Continuance of National Security implored. Ps. 44.

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

Thy wonders in their days performed,
Ånd 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'll ascribe,
From whom salvation came;

In God, our shield, we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.

512.

8s & 7s M.

ANONYMOUS.

Pardon implored for National Sins.

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

2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud upon thee call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.

3 Let that love veil our transgression;
Let that blood our guilt efface;
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place.

4 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at thy feet we bend;

Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,—
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

513.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

Judgments for National Sins deprecated.

1 ALMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne
Thy mourning people bend!
'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone
Our dying hopes depend.

2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand
Thy dreadful power display;

Yet mercy spares our guilty land.
And still we live to pray.

3 How changed, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name!

4 0 turn us-turn us, mighty Lord!
Convert us by thy grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And see again thy face.

5 Then, should oppressing foes invade,
We will not sink in fear;
Secure of all-sufficient aid,
When thou, O God, art near.

514.

S. M.

DRUMMOND.

'Is it such a Fast that I have chosen?'

1 'Is this a fast for me,'

Thus saith the Lord our God,
'A day for man to vex his soul,
And feel affliction's rod?

2Like bulrush low to bow
His sorrow-stricken head,
With sackcloth for his inner vest,
And ashes round him spread;-

3Shall day like this have power
To stay th' avenging hand,
Efface transgression, or avert
My judgments from the land?

4 'No-is not this alone

The sacred fast I choose,Oppression's yoke to burst in twain, The bands of guilt unloose ;

5 To nakedness and want
Your food and raiment deal,-
To dwell your kindred race among,
And all their sufferings heal?

6Then like the morning ray

Shall spring your health and light; Before you, righteousness shall shine, Behind, my glory bright!'

515.

L. M.

*MONTGOMERY.

Laying Corner-Stone; or Dedication. 1 THIS stone to thee in faith we lay,— We build the temple, Lord, to thee; Thine eye be open, night and day, To guard this house from error free.

2 Here, when thy people seek thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live,

Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And when thou hearest, O forgive!

3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim
The blessed gospel of thy Son,

Still, by the power of his great name,
Be mighty signs and wonders done.

4 Hosanna!-to their heavenly king
When children's voices raise that song,
Hosanna let their angels sing,
And heaven with earth the strain prolong.

5 But will indeed Jehovah deign
Here to abide, no transient guest?

Here will the world's Redeemer reign,
And here thy holy spirit rest?

6 That glory never hence depart!
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart,—
In every bosom fix thy throne.

516.

H. M.

B. FRANCIS

Dedication of a House of Worship.

1 IN sweet exalted strains

The King of Glory praise;
O'er heaven and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days:
He with a nod the world controls,
Sustains or sinks the distant poles.

2 To earth he bends his throne,
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is his bounty known,
And wide his glories shine:

Fair Salem, still his chosen rest,
Is with his smiles and presence blest.

3 Then, King of Glory, come,
And with thy favor crown
This temple as thy dome,

This people as thy own:

Beneath this roof, O deign to show

How God can dwell with men below!

4 Here may thine ears attend
Our interceding cries,
And grateful praise ascend,

All fragrant, to the skies:

Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around!