2 Their golden crowns they fling Heaven, earth, and sea For thine they are, Thy praise declare, And thine shall be. 3 While thus the powers on high His glory own, God ever blest, First, last, and best, And God alone. 2 3 Thus saith the Lord our God; "A day for man to vex his soul, And feel affliction's rod? "Like bulrush low to bow With sackcloth for his inner vest, "Shall day like this have power 4 "No; is not this alone The sacred fast I choose,Oppression's yoke to burst in twain, The bands of guilt unloose? 5 "To nakedness and want 66 6 Then, like the morning ray, Shall spring your health and light; Before you, righteousness shall shine, Behind, my glory bright!" C. M. 719. BREVIARY. 1 Humility under Affliction. SINNER, bring not tears alone, Or outward form of prayer, But let it in thy heart be known That penitence is there... 2 To smite the breast, the clothes to rend, God asketh not of thee: Thy stubborn soul he bids thee bend 3 O let us, then, with heartfelt grief, And pray to him to grant relief, 4 O righteous Judge! in mercy deign We pray for time to turn again, 515 "He cometh to judge the world." 1 GOD, to correct a guilty world, In wrath is slow to rise, But comes at length in thunder clothed, 2 All earthly glory, pomp, and pride Are in his presence lost; Empires o'erturned, thrones, sceptres, crowns, In wild confusion tossed. 3 Dark and mysterious is the course His path is in the trackless winds, 4 Yet, though enveloped in the cloud, 5 Then will he curb the lawless power, And all the windings will unfold 1 GREAT Framer of unnumbered worlds, 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- Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, 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, Of every clime and coast, O hear us for our native land, 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, |