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2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;
Acts but the part assigned by thee. 3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid,
To thee we raise the humble cry;
Thine incense, a repentant sigh.
Confess thy hand, and bless the rod,
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Of thee I sing;
Let freedom ring.
Thy name I love;
Like that above.
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
The sound prolong.
4. Our fathers' God, to thee,
To thee we sing :
Great God, our King.
Prayer for our Country.
Of every clime and coast,
The land we love the most.
2. O guard our shores from every foe,
With peace our borders bless,
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.
4 Here may religion shed her light
On days of rest and toil, And piety and virtue reign,
And bless our native soil.
5 Lord of the nations! thus to thee
Our country we commend ;
Her everlasting friend.
i In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
That bound our goodly heritage;
2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due,
That thou didst plant our fathers here, And watch and guard them as they grew, A vineyard to the Planter dear!
3 The toils they bore our ease have wrought;
4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
In weal and woe, through all the past, Their grateful sons, O God, shall own, While here their name and race shall last.
TATE & BRADY.
God our Deliverer.
1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,
Ånd in more ancient years.
2 ’T was not their courage, nor their sword,
To them salvation gave; 'T was not their number, nor their strength,
That did their country save : 3 But thy right hand, - thy powerful arm,
Whose succor they implored ; Thy providence protected them,
Who thy great name adored. 4 As thee their God our fathers owned,
So thou art still our King; 0, therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.
From whom salvation came;
And ever bless thy name.
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HEBER. Prayer for our Country. i From foes that would the land devour;
From guilty pride, and lust of power;
From yoke of slavery;
Good Lord, preserve us free!
The laws and rulers of our land,
In faith and unity!
Thy Spirit's help of thee we crave, That thy Messiah, sent to save, Returning to the world, might have
A people serving thee!
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The Pilgrim Fathers.
i Gone are those great and good
And raised their hymn.
Shall ne'er grow dim.
Guard well your trust, —
Their garnered dust.
All nature fills;
On these our hills!