HYMN 508. 61. L. M. 61. L. M. [#] The Pilgrims. 1 FROM stern oppression's haughty land The God of battles made them brave: 2 To thee, their steadfast, suppliant eyes Were raised 'mid war and dread alarms; O God of battles, from the skies, Thy mercy sent the conquering arm; Still guard our freedom, rights, and fame, While we exalt thy holy name. 3 Here we, the children of the free, Now gladly chant the joyful song, And own our boundless debt to thee, Which time shall gladly bear along. Be this our universal cry, For God, for home, for liberty. HYMN 509. L. M. [b] Public Humiliation. 1 GREAT Framer of unnumbered worlds, And whom unnumbered worlds adore, Whose goodness all thy creatures share, While nature trembles at thy power,— 2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres, That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea; And man, who moves the lord of earth, Acts but the part assigned by thee. 3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid, 4 This day we deeply mourn our sins, HYMN 510. 7s. M. [b] The acceptable Offering. 1 FATHER of our feeble race, Or the busy haunts of men, 2 Lord, what offering shall we bring, By the melting eye expressed; Sorrow leaves the wounded breast; 3 Willing hands to lead the blind, Teach us, O thou heavenly King, HYMN 511. C. M. [b] Humiliation and Prayer. 1 HERE in thy temple, Lord, we meet, And bow before thy throne; Abased and guilty at thy feet, 2 Our sins rise up in dread array, 3 Still, Lord, thy mercy's rich and free, Where all our sins are drowned. 4 O send thy pity from on high Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh, 5 We humbly mourn our follies past, Resolved, while feeble life shall last, HYMN 512. C. M. [b] The humble Suppliant trusting in God. 1 O LORD, my Rock, to thee I cry, In sighs consume my breath ; Hear me, O God, nor let me be Like those who sleep in death. 2 Regard my supplication, Lord, The cries that I repeat, With weeping eyes and lifted hands, 3 My soul, with gratitude inspired, 4 As thou hast filled my heart with joy, HYMN 513. L. M. [b] Penitence and Forgiveness. 1 HAVE mercy on me, O my God, In loving kindness hear my prayer ; Withdraw the terror of thy rod; Lord, in thy tender mercy spare. 2 Offences rise where'er I look, 3 Not streaming blood nor cleansing fire 4 The broken heart in sacrifice, Alone, will thine acceptance meet; My heart, O God, do not despise, Abased and contrite at thy feet. 5 Thy consolations, as of old, Now to my troubled mind restore; And guide my steps, to fall no more. PRIVATE DEVOTION. HYMN 514. L. M. [#] 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour; Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My conscious soul resumes her power, And soars, my guardian God, to thee. 3 O guide me through the various maze My doubtful feet are doomed to tread, |