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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!
We, whom like children he has rear'd,

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
Who tremble for the ark of God,

And know what Israel ought to do? 8 Lord, hear thy people every where,

Who ineet to mourni, confess and pray;
The nation and thy churches spare,
And let thy wrath be turn'd away.

P. M. 693.

* ( 127.)

Praise for cleliverance and peace.
PEACE! the welcome sound proclaim;

Dwell with rapture on the theme.
Loud, still louder swell the strain:

Peace on earth! good-will to men! 2 Breezes! whisp'ring soft and low,

Gently murmur as ye blow,
Now, when war and discord cease,

Praises to the God of peace.
3 Ocean's billows far and wide,

Rolling in majestic pride!
Loud, still louder swell the strain:

Peace on earth! good-will to men! 4 Vocal songsters of the grove!

Sweetly chant in notes of love,
Now when war and discord cease,
Prajser to the God of peace.


5 Mortals, who these blessings feel!

Christians, who before him kneel!
Loud, still louder swell the strain:
Peace on earth, good-will to men!


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,
2 Let dove-ey'd peace with odour'd wing,

On us her grateful blessings fling;
Freedom spread beauteous as the moro,

And plenty fill her ample horn.
3 Pour on our Chief thy mercies down,

His days with leavenly wisdom crown
Resolve his heart, where'er he goes,

•To lanch the stream that duty shows, 4 Over our Capitol diffuse,

From hills divine, thy welcome dews,
While Congress, in one patriot band,

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
With grateful songs our hearts insch
And round us blaze a wall of fire,

(350.) L. M. 695. Religious toleration ought to bei chynrhed by aur rulers.

With iron chains lle fice-born mindig

To forre conviction, and reclaim

The wand'ring by destructive flarue.
2 Bold arrogance! to snatch from heav'n

Dominion not to mortals giv'n;
O'er conscience to usurp the throne,

Accountable to God alone.
3 Jesus! thy gentle law of love

Does no such cruelties approve;
Mild as thyself, thy doctrine wields

No arms but what persuasion yields. 4 By proofs divine, and reason strong,

It draws the willing soul along;
And conquests to thy church acquires

By eloquence which heav'n inspires. 5 O happy, who are thus compell’d

To the rich feast, by Jesus held!
May we this blessing know, and prize
The light which liberty supplies.




C. M. 696.

1 Sam. xv. 32.
WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life,

My trembling soul shall stand,
Waiting to pass death's awful flood,

Great Gol, at thy command! 2 When weeping friends surround my bed,

And close my sightless eyes;
When shatter'd by the weight of years

This broken body lies:
§ When ev'ry long-lov'd scene of life
Stands ready to depart;

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.
2 Who are the dead?-The sons of time

In ev'ry age, and state, and clime;
Renown'd, dishonour'd or forgot,

The place that knew them knows them note 3 Where are the living?-On the ground

Where pray?r is heard and mercy found;
Where, in the compass of a span,
'The mortal makes th’immortal man.
Who are the living?

.They whose breatha
Draws every moment nigh to death;
Of endless bliss or wo the heirs:

Oh, what an awful lot is theirs !
5 Then, timely warn’d, let us begin

To follow Christ and flee from sing
Daily grow up in him our head,
Lord of the living and the dead.


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;
"Tis not the whole of life to live,

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.
4 There is a death whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh! what eternal horrors hang

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.
6 Here would we end our quest

Alone are found in thee
The life of perfect love the rest
Of immortality,

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;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
And plung?d into a world unknown.

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