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5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord!
All move subservient to thy will ;
6 To thee we pay our grateful songs;
Thy kind protection still implore :
L. M. 715. KIPPIS.
Thanksgiving for National Prosperity.
From thee our public blessings spring:
All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store,
Which pours from every foreign shore;
3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,
To God we raise united songs.
6 & 4s. M.
Praise to the God of Harvest.
1 The God of harvest praise ;
Hand, heart, and voice;
The streams rejoice.
Through all the earth;
Amidst your mirth.
With sweet accord ;
Bless ye the Lord.
H. WARE, JR.
A Psalm of Praise.
1 AROUND the throne of God,
The host angelic throngs;
And shout perpetual songs :
God ever blest, Him last, and best, And God alone.
2 Their golden crowns they fling
Before his throne of light,
Unceasing, day and night;
For thine they are, Thy praise declare, And thine shall be. 3 While thus the powers on high
The joyous chorus raise,
And echo back the praise;
God ever blest, First, last, and best, And God alone.
"Is it such a fast that I have chosen?"
6 Is this a fast for me?”.
Thus saith the Lord our God;“ A day for man to vex his soul,
And feel affiction's rod?
“ Like bulrush low to bow
His sorrow-stricken head,
And ashes round him spread?
To stay the avenging hand,
My judgments from the land?
The sacred fast I choose,
The bands of guilt unloose?
66 To nakedness and want
Your food and raiment deal,
And all their sufferings heal ?
Shall spring your health and light; Before you, righteousness shall shine,
Behind, my glory bright!”
Humility under AMiction.
i O 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 :
In true humility.
3 O let us, then, with heartfelt grief,
Draw near unto our God, And pray to him to grant relief,
And stay the lifted rod. 4 O righteous Judge! in mercy deign
To grant the help we need : We pray for time to turn again,
And grace to turn indeed.
C. M. 720.
In wrath is slow to rise,
And darkness veils the skies.
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
Of his tremendous way;
And in the foaming sea.
4 Yet, though enveloped in the cloud,
And from our view concealed,
In majesty revealed.
5 Then will he curb the lawless power,
The deadly wrath of man,
Of his own gracious plan.
And whom unnumbered worlds adore,