HYMN 508. 6 1. L. M. [#]

The Pilgrims. 1 From stern oppression's haughty land

The pilgrims crossed the boisterous wave; A patient, firm, and patriot band;

The God of battles made them brave:
O make us ever blest and free,

A land of peace and liberty.
2 To thee, their steadfast, suppliant eyes

Were raised 'mid war and dread alarm;
O God of battles, from the skies,

Thy mercy sent the conquering arm;
Still guard our freedom, rights, and fame,

While we exalt thy holy name.
3 Here we, the children of the free,

Now gladly chant the joyful song,
And own our boundless debt to thee,

Which time shall gladly bear along.
Be this our universal cry,
For God, for home, for liberty.

HYMN 509. L. M. [6]

Public Humiliation.
1 GREAT Framer of unnumbered worlds,

And whom unnumbered worlds adore,
Whose goodness all thy creatures share,

While nature trembles at thy power, 2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,

That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea; And man, who moves the lord of earth,

Acts but the part assigned by thee.

3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid,

To thee we raise the humble cry; Thine altar is the contrite heart,

Thine incense a repentant sigh. 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.

HYMN 510. 7. M. [6]

The acceptable Offering. 1 FATHER of our feeble race,

Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,

Flows thy goodness unconfined :
Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy haunts of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,

Claiming large returns again.
2 Lord, what offering shall we bring,

At thine altars when we bow ?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring

Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,

By the melting eye expressed ;
Sympathy, at whose control

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast; 3 Willing hands to lead the blind,

Bind the wounded, feed the poor ;
Love, embracing all our kind;

Charity, with liberal store.

Teach us, O thou heavenly King,

Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus accepted gifts to bring,

Love to thee, and all mankind.

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HYMN 511. C. M. [b]

Humiliation and Prayer. 1 HERE in thy temple, Lord, we meet,

And bow before thy throne; Abased and guilty at thy feet,

We seek thy grace alone. 2 Our sins rise up in dread array, And fill our hearts with fear

; Our trembling spirits melt away,

But find no helper near. 3 Still, Lord, thy mercy's rich and free,

And runs an endless round, A boundless, purifying sea,

Where all our sins are drowned. 4 O send thy pity from on high

With pardon all-divine;
Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh,

And make us wholly thine.
5 We humbly mourn our follies past,

Each guilty path deplore; Resolved, while feeble life shall last,

To tread those paths no more.

HYMN 512. C. M. [6]

The humble Suppliant trusting in God. 1 O LORD, my Rock, to thee I cry,

In sighs consume my breath;
Hear me, O God, nor let me be

Like those who sleep in death. 2 Regard my supplication, Lord,

The cries that I repeat,
With weeping eyes and lifted hands,

Before thy mercy-seat.
3 My soul, with gratitude inspired,

Thy praises will resound;
From thee the cries of

my

distress A gracious answer found. 4 As thou hast filled my heart with joy,

'Tis just that I should raise
The cheerful tribute of my thanks,

And celebrate thy praise.

my God,

HYMN 513. L. M. [6]

Penitence and Forgiveness. 1 Have mercy on me,

O
In loving kindness hear my prayer ;
Withdraw the terror of thy rod ;

Lord, in thy tender mercy spare. 2 Offences rise where'er I look,

But I confess their guilt to thee; Blot my transgressions from thy book ; Wash me from all iniquity.

3 Not streaming blood nor cleansing fire

Thy seeming anger can appease;
Burnt-offerings thou dost not require,

Or gladly I would render these. 4 The broken heart in sacrifice,

Alone, will thine acceptance meet;
My heart, O God, do not despise,

Abased and contrite at thy feet. 5 Thy consolations, as of old,

Now to my troubled mind restore ;
By thy free spirit’s might uphold

And guide my steps, to fall no more.

PRIVAT E DEVOTION.

HYMN 514. L. M. [#]

Morning Meditations. 1 In sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely passed the silent night;
Again I see the breaking shade,

Again behold the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour ;

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ; My conscious soul resumes her power,

And soars, my guardian God, to thee. 3 O guide me through the various maze

My doubtful feet are doomed to tread,