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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:
A land of peace and liberty.
Were raised 'mid war and dread alarm;
Thy mercy sent the conquering arm;
While we exalt thy holy name.
Now gladly chant the joyful song,
Which time shall gladly bear along.
HYMN 509. L. M. 
And whom unnumbered worlds adore,
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. 
The acceptable Offering. 1 FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Flows thy goodness unconfined :
Or the busy haunts of men,
Claiming large returns again.
At thine altars when we bow ?
Whence the kind affections flow;
By the melting eye expressed ;
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast; 3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor ;
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.
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;
And make us wholly thine.
Each guilty path deplore; Resolved, while feeble life shall last,
To tread those paths no more.
HYMN 512. C. M. 
The humble Suppliant trusting in God. 1 O LORD, my Rock, to thee I cry,
In sighs consume my breath;
Like those who sleep in death. 2 Regard my supplication, Lord,
The cries that I repeat,
Before thy mercy-seat.
Thy praises will resound;
distress A gracious answer found. 4 As thou hast filled my heart with joy,
'Tis just that I should raise
And celebrate thy praise.
HYMN 513. L. M. 
Penitence and Forgiveness. 1 Have mercy on me,
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;
Or gladly I would render these. 4 The broken heart in sacrifice,
Alone, will thine acceptance meet;
Abased and contrite at thy feet. 5 Thy consolations, as of old,
Now to my troubled mind restore ;
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 behold the morning light.
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,