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Then shalt thou heave no guilty sighs,
No tears of anguish drown thine eyes.
3 His footsteps ever trace

With vigour and delight;
He'll lead thee by his grace,

Protect thee by his might,
And safe through all this dreary waste
Conduct thee on to endless rest.


HYMN 502. L. P. M. [#]

Thanksgiving for national Prosperity. 1 How rich thy gifts, Almighty King! From thee our public blessings spring ;

Extended trade, the fruitful skies,
The treasures liberty bestows,
The endless joys the gospel shows,

All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, Which pours from every foreign shore;

Science and art their charms display ;
Religion teaches us to raise
Our voices to our Maker's praise,

As truth and conscience point the way. 3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs ;

Here still may God in mercy reign ;

Crown our just counsels with success,
With peace and joy our borders bless,

And all our sacred rights maintain.

HYMN 503. L. M. [#]

Annual Thanksgiving. 1 GREAT God, let all our tuneful powers

Awake, and sing thy mighty name : Thy hand rolls on our circling hours,

The hand from which our being came. 2 Seasons and moons, revolving round

In beauteous order, speak thy praise ; And years, with smiling mercy crowned,

To thee successive honours raise. 3 To thee we raise the annual song ;

To thee the grateful tribute give;
Our God doth still our years prolong,

And midst unnumbered deaths we live. 4 Each changing season on our souls

Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds ; And every period, as it rolls,

Showers countless blessings on our heads. 5 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe

All to thy vast, unbounded love; Ten thousand precious gifts below,

And hope of nobler joys above.

HYMN 504. H. M. [#]

Thanksgiving 1 To thee, eternal King,

We raise our thankful eyes,

From whom all blessings spring

In earth, and sea, and skies:
Each rolling year thy grace imparts,
And wakes to praise our grateful hearts.
2 The treasures of thy love

In all directions flow,
And from the fount above

Unceasing gifts bestow :
From this blest fount, indulgent Lord,
Streamed the rich glories of thy word.
3 O may the golden sun,

Full in his noon-tide blaze,
And e'en the silver moon,

Instruct our hearts to praise ;
While all the stars which stud the skies
Beam love, as through unnumbered eyes.
4 Oft as returning spring

Shall waft its genial gale,
And we ’neath summer's wing

The fragrant breeze inhale,-
In every season, through all time,
Great God, we'll praise thy name divine.

HYMN 505. P. M. [#]

Call to Thanksgiving and Praise. 1 BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth,

O serve him with gladness and fear; Exult in his presence with music and mirth,

With love and devotion draw near. 2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone,

Creator and Ruler o'er all;

And we are his people; his sceptre we own;

His sheep, and we follow his call. 3 O enter his gates with thanksgiving and song;

Your vows in his temple proclaim; His praise with melodious accordance prolong,

And bless his adorable name. 4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,

And we are the work of his hand; His mercy and truth from eternity stood,

And shall to eternity stand.

HYMN 506. L. M. [#]

National Anthem.
1 All hail, almighty, glorious Sire,

Great Ancient of eternal days;
Thy mercies claim the full-toned lyre,

And all the strength of perfect praise. 2 'Twas thine, O God, in elder time,

To make thy glorious arm right bare;
When those who trod this desert clime

Were made of thee thy guardian care. 3 Amazement seized the savage foe;

Thy terrors smote his proudest force;
Thy dew unstrung the warrior's bow;

Thy tempest ruled the arrow's course. 4 Then bloomed the waste at thy command;

Peace onward led fair freedom's ray;
Life's social arts adorned the land ;

Religion shone in sun-bright day.

5 These wondrous works, O Lord, were thine;

Thine be the glory, honour, praise ;
While choral symphonies divine

In heaven and earth prolong the lays.

HYMN 507. L. P. M. [#]

Freedom's Song. 1 In freedom's song let millions join, And praise the Guardian Power divine,

Whose inspiration gave the light, That dawned with clear, celestial ray, And gave our land this festal day,

Dispersed its clouds, and made it bright. 2 Like Israel's tribes on Egypt's flood, Our fathers' feet with caution stood

On stern oppression's awful strand; They raised their prayer to heaven's high throne; The Lord in majesty came down,

And safely led his chosen band.
3 The way was desert, dark, and drear,
And doubtful hearts were filled with fear;

But, lo, a fiery pillar rose,
A light to guide fair freedom's band,
And led them to the promised land ;

A cloud of darkness to their foes.
4 Columbia's hills and vales, be glad;
Virgins and youth, with garlands clad,

Express your joy in songs of praise;
While dim-eyed age exults to see
Its offspring independent, free,

And joins the choral theme to raise.

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