2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres, 3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid, 4 O may our land, in this her hour, 6 & 4s. M. 722. National Hymn. S. F. SMITH. 1 My country, 't is of thee, Land where my fathers died, 2 My native country, thee- I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; 3 Let music swell the breeze, Let mortal tongues awake; 4 Our fathers' God, to thee, To thee we sing: Long may our land be bright C. M. 723. WREFORD. Prayer for our Country. 1 LORD! while for all mankind we pray, 2 O guard our shores from every foe, 3 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty. 4 Here may religion shed her light And piety and virtue reign, 5 Lord of the nations! thus to thee 1 IN pleasant lands have fallen the lines And, safe beneath our sheltering vines, 2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due, 3 The toils they bore our ease have wrought; They sowed in tears, -in joy we reap; The birthright they so dearly bought, We'll guard till we with them shall sleep. 4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown, C. M. 725. TATE & BRADY. God our Deliverer. 1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told, Thy wonders in their days performed, 2 'T was not their courage, nor their sword, To them salvation gave; 'T was 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, O, therefore, as thou didst to them, 5 To thee the glory we 'll ascribe, 8 & 63. M. 726. HEBER. Prayer for our Country. 1 FROM foes that would the land devour; . From guilty pride, and lust of power; From wild sedition's lawless hour; From yoke of slavery; From blinded zeal, by faction led; 2 Defend, O God, with guardian hand, And grant thy churches grace to stand Thy Spirit's help of thee we crave, That thy Messiah, sent to save, Returning to the world, might have A people serving thee! 6 & 4s. M. 727. PIERPONT. The Pilgrim Fathers. 1 GONE are those great and good 2 Ye temples, that to God The faith, that dared the sea, Their garnered dust. 3 Thou high and holy One, While day shall break and close, On these our hills! |