ALEXIS THEODORE LWOFF.

1093 Thanksgiving choral.

1 SWELL the anthem, raise the song;

Praises to our God belong;
Saints and angels join to sing
Praises to the heavenly King.

2 Blessings from his liberal hand
Flow around this happy land:
Kept by him, no foes annoy;
Peace and freedom we enjoy.

1 GREAT King of nations, hear our prayer, While at thy feet we fall,

And humbly, with united cry,

To thee for mercy call.

2 The guilt is ours, but grace is thine,
O turn us not away;

But hear us from thy lofty throne,
And help us when we pray.

3 Our fathers' sins were manifold,
And ours no less we own,
Yet wondrously from age to age
Thy goodness hath been shown.

4 When dangers, like a stormy sea,
Beset our country round,

To thee we looked, to thee we cried,
And help in thee was found.

5 With one consent we meekly bow
Beneath thy chastening hand,
And, pouring forth confession meet,
Mourn with our mourning land.
6 With pitying eye behold our need,
As thus we lift our prayer;
Correct us with thy judgments, Lord,
Then let thy mercy spare.

John H. Gurney.

1095 For protection in pestilence. 1 IN grief and fear to thee, O Lord, We now for succor fly; Thine awful judgments are abroad, O shield us, lest we die.

2 The fell disease on every side Walks forth with tainted breath;

And pestilence, with rapid stride,
Bestrews the land with death.

3 O look with pity on the scene
Of sadness and of dread;
And let thine angel stand between
The living and the dead.

4 With contrite hearts, to thee, our King,
We turn who oft have strayed;
Accept the sacrifice we bring,
And let the plague be stayed.

William Bullock.

1096 Impending judgments.

1 COME, let our souls adore the Lord,
Whose judgments yet delay;
Who yet suspends the lifted sword,
And gives us time to pray.

2 Great is our guilt, our fears are great,
But let us not despair;
Still open is the mercy-seat

To penitence and prayer.

3 Kind Intercessor, to thy love
This blessed hope we owe:
O let thy merits plead above,
While we implore below.

4 Though justice near thy awful throne
Attends thy dread command,
Lord, hear thy servants, hear thy Son,
And save a guilty land.

Doxology.

Anne Steele.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore!

Tate and Brady.

1097 National deliverance ascribed to God.

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

Thy wonders in their days performed,
And 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 ascribe,
From whom salvation came;
In God, our shield, we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.

Tate and Brady.

1098 Prayer for our native land.

1 LORD, while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime and coast,

O hear us for our native land,

The land we love the most.

2 O guard our shores from every foe; With peace our borders bless,

Our cities with prosperity,

Our fields with plenteousness.

1099 Strong to heal and save.

1 THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old
Was strong to heal and save;

It triumphed o'er disease and death,
O'er darkness and the grave:
To thee they went, the blind, the dumb,
The palsied and the lame,
The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame.

2 And lo, thy touch brought life and health,
Gave speech, and strength, and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed
Owned thee, the Lord of light:
And now, O Lord, be near to bless,
Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,
As by Gennesareth's shore.

3 Be thou our great Deliverer still,
Thou Lord of life and death;
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless
With thine almighty breath.

To hands that work, and eyes that see,
Give wisdom's heavenly lore,

That whole and sick, and weak and strong,
May praise thee evermore.

Edward H. Plumptre.

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GERMAN MELODY.

tude we raise;

thee our song of praise.

1 GREAT God of nations, now to thee
Our hymn of gratitude we raise;
With humble heart, and bending knee,
We offer thee our song of praise.

2 Thy name we bless, Almighty God,
For all the kindness thou hast shown
To this fair land the pilgrims trod,—

This land we fondly call our own.

3 Here freedom spreads her banner wide, And casts her soft and hallowed ray; Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide

In safety through their dangerous way. 4 We praise thee that the gospel's light Through all our land its radiance sheds; Dispels the shades of error's night,

And heavenly blessings round us spreads.

5 Great God, preserve us in thy fear;
In danger still our guardian be;
O spread thy truth's bright precepts here;
Let all the people worship thee.

Unknown.

1101 Thanksgiving for national peace.

1 GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies, A word of thine almighty breath Can sink the world, or bid it rise:

Thy smile is life, thy frown is death.

2 When angry nations rush to arms, And rage, and noise, and tumult reign, And war resounds its dire alarms,

And slaughter dyes the hostile plain,—

1 O GOD of love, O King of peace,
Make wars throughout the world to cease;
The wrath of sinful man restrain;
Give peace, O God, give peace again.

2 Remember, Lord, thy works of old,
The wonders that our fathers told;
Remember not our sin's dark stain;
Give peace, O God, give peace again.

3 Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord?
Where rest but on thy faithful word?
None ever called on thee in vain;
Give peace, O God, give peace again.

4 Where saints and angels dwell above.
All hearts are knit in holy love;
O bind us in that heavenly chain;
Give peace, O God, give peace again.
Sir Henry W. Baker.

1103 God, the nation's guardian.

1 GREAT God! beneath whose piercing eye
The earth's extended kingdoms lie;
Whose favoring smile upholds them all,
Whose anger smites them, and they fall;

2 We bow before thy heavenly throne;
Thy power we see, thy greatness own;
Yet, cherished by thy milder voice,
Our bosoms tremble and rejoice.

3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown
Their children's children long shall own;
To thee, with grateful hearts, shall raise
The tribute of exulting praise.

4 Led on by thine unerring aid, Secure the paths of life we tread; And, freely as the vital air,

Thy first and noblest bounties share.

5 Great God, our Guardian, Guide, and Friend!

O still thy sheltering arm extend;
Preserved by thee for ages past,
For ages let thy kindness last!

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William Roscoe, alt.

In time of war.

1 Now may the God of grace and power Attend his people's humble cry; Defend them in the needful hour,

And send deliverance from on high.

2 In his salvation is our hope;

And in the name of Israel's God Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad.

1105 Trust in our fathers' God.

1 To thee, O God, whose guiding hand
Our fathers led across the sea,
And brought them to this barren shore,
Where they might freely worship thee,—

2 To thee, O God, whose arm sustained
Their footsteps in this desert land,
Where sickness lurked and death assailed,
And foes beset on every hand,—

3 To thee, O God, we lift our eyes,
To thee our grateful voices raise,
And, kneeling at thy gracious throne,
Devoutly join in hymns of praise.

4 Our fathers' God, incline thine ear,
And listen to our heartfelt prayer;
Surround us with thy heavenly grace,
And guard us with thy constant care.

5 Our fathers' God, in thee we'll trust, Sheltered by thee from every harm; We'll follow where thy hand shall guide, And lean on thy sustaining arm.

William T. Davis.