T. T. Lynch, 1818-71.
DISBut train me for thy will;
ISMISS me not thy service, Lord,
For even I, in fields so broad,
Some duties may fulfil ;
And I will ask for no reward,
Except to serve thee still.
2 All works are good, and each is best
As most it pleases thee;
Each worker pleases, when the rest
He serves in charity;
And neither man nor work unblest
Wilt thou permit to be.
3. Our Master all the work hath done
He asks of us to-day;
Sharing his service, every one
Share too his Sonship may :
Lord, I would serve and be a son ;
Dismiss me not, I pray.
O, labour on; spend, and be spent,
It is the way the Master went ;
Should not the servant tread it still?
2 Go, labour on; 'tis not for nought;
Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not:
The Master praises; what are men ?
3 Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray;
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world's highway,
Compel the wanderer to come in.
4. Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;
For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,
The midnight peal, 'Behold, I come!'
The following are also suitable:
448 O God of mercy. God of might.
467 Oft in danger, oft in woe.
472 Pray that Jerusalem may have.
479 Soldiers of Christ, arise.
516 Work is sweet, for God has blest.
518 Ye servants of the Lord.
Bishop R. Heber, 1783-1826,
From guilty pride and lust of power;
AROM foes that would the land devour;
From wild sedition's lawless hour;
From yoke of slavery:
2 From blinded zeal by faction led ;
From giddy change by fancy bred;
From poisonous error's serpent head,
Good Lord, preserve us free!
3. Defend, O God! with guardian hand,
The laws and ruler of our land,
And grant our Church thy grace to stand
In faith and unity!
Rudyard Kipling.
OD of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine-
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget-lest we forget!
2* The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart :
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget-lest we forget!
3* Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire :
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget-lest we forget!
4 If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law-
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget-lest we forget!
5. For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word-
Thy mercy on thy people, Lord!
Suitable for National Thanksgivings and other occasions. A. C. Ainger.
OD of our fathers, unto thee
Our fathers cried in danger's hour,
And then thou gavest them to see
The acts of thine almighty power.
They cried to thee, and thou didst hear;
They called on thee, and thou didst save;
And we their sons to-day draw near
Thy name to praise, thy help to crave.
Lord God of Hosts, uplift thine hand,
Protect and bless our Fatherland.
2 Thine is the majesty, O Lord,
And thine dominion over all;
When thou commandest, at thy word,
Great kings and nations rise or fall.
For eastern realms, for western coasts,
For islands washed by every sea,
The praise be given, O God of Hosts,
Not unto us but unto thee.
3. If in thy grace thou should'st allow
Our fame to wax through coming days,
Still grant us humbly, then as now,
Thy help to crave, thy name to praise.
Not all alike in speech or birth
Alike we bow before thy throne;
One fatherland throughout the earth
Our Father's noble acts we own.
The whole or part of this hymn may be added.
W. E. Hickson, 1803-70.
3 God bless our native land,
May heaven's protecting hand
Still guard our shore ;
May peace her power extend,
Foe be transformed to friend,
And Britain's rights depend
On war no more.
4 May just and righteous laws
Uphold the public cause,
And bless our isle.
Home of the brave and free,
The land of liberty,
We pray that still on thee
Kind heaven may smile.
5. Nor on this land alone—
But be God's mercies known
From shore to shore.
Lord, make the nations see
That men should brothers be,
And form one family
The wide world o'er.
LORD, while for all mankind we pray
Of every clime and coast,
O hear us for our native land,
The land we love the most.
2 O guard our shores from every foe ;
With peace our borders bless;
With prosperous times our cities crown,
Our fields with plenteousness.
3 Unite us in the sacred love
Of knowledge, truth, and thee;
And let our hills and valleys shout
The songs of liberty.
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