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And oft our enemies have felt
That God has made our cause his own. 5 But ah! both heaven and earth have heard
Our vile requital of his love!
Rebels against his goodness prove, 6 His grace despis’d, bis pow'r defy'd,
And legions of the blackest crimes, Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride,
Are signs that mark the present times. 7 The Lord displeas'd has rais'd his rod;
Ah, where are now the faithful few
And know what Israel ought to do? 8 Lord, hear thy people every where,
Who ineet to mourni, confess and pray;
P. M. 693.
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Praise for cleliverance and peace.
Dwell with rapture on the theme.
Peace on earth! good-will to men! 2 Breezes! whisp'ring soft and low,
Gently murmur as ye blow,
Praises to the God of peace.
Rolling in majestic pride!
Peace on earth! good-will to men! 4 Vocal songsters of the grove!
Sweetly chant in notes of love,
5 Mortals, who these blessings feel!
Christians, who before him kneel!
L. M. 694.
Prayer for the President, Congress,
Magistrátes, &c. GREAT Lord of all, thy matchless power
; With them our Sov’reign thee we own,
And bow the knee before thy throne,
On us her grateful blessings fling;
And plenty fill her ample horn.
His days with leavenly wisdom crown
•To lanch the stream that duty shows, 4 Over our Capitol diffuse,
From hills divine, thy welcome dews,
Prove the film fortress of our land. 5 Our Magistrates with grace sustain,
Nor let them bear the sword in vain; long as they fill their awful seat,
Be rice seen dying at their fect, 6 For ever from the western sky,
Bid the destroying angel' Hj
(350.) L. M. 695. Religious toleration ought to bei chynrhed by aur rulers.
To forre conviction, and reclaim
The wand'ring by destructive flarue.
Dominion not to mortals giv'n;
Accountable to God alone.
Does no such cruelties approve;
No arms but what persuasion yields. 4 By proofs divine, and reason strong,
It draws the willing soul along;
By eloquence which heav'n inspires. 5 O happy, who are thus compell’d
To the rich feast, by Jesus held!
1. DEATH IN GENERAL,
C. M. 696.
1 Sam. xv. 32.
My trembling soul shall stand,
Great Gol, at thy command! 2 When weeping friends surround my bed,
And close my sightless eyes;
This broken body lies:
When the last sigh that shakes the frame
Shall rend this bursting heart: $ 0, thou great Source of joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save, Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave! 5 Lay thy supporting gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head; And, with a ray of love divine,
Illume my dying bed! 6 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast,
May I resign my breath! And,
in thy fond embraces, lose “The bitterness of death!”
L. M. 697.
The living know, &c. Eccl. ix, 5. 1 WHERE are the dead? - In heav'n or hell
Their disembodied spirits dwell; Their perish'd forms in bonds of clay,
Reservid until the judgment day.
In ev'ry age, and state, and clime;
The place that knew them knows them note 3 Where are the living?-On the ground
Where pray?r is heard and mercy found;
.They whose breatha
Oh, what an awful lot is theirs !
To follow Christ and flee from sing
S. M. 1 OH, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above, Unmeasur'd by the flight of years.
And all that life is love.
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Around the second death! 5 Lord God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun: Lest we be driven from thy face,
And evermore undone.
Alone are found in thee
L. M. 699.
The Tolling Bell. 1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul, Let each one ask himself, “ Am I
Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die?” % Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me from the jaws of death;