Long ere I could pronounce thy name, Or breathe the youthful prayer.
3 Each rolling year new favors brought From thine exhaustless store; But oh! in vain my laboring thought Would count thy mercies o'er.
4 While sweet reflection through my days Thy bounteous hand would trace, Still dearer blessings claim my praise→ The blessings of thy grace.
5 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord! For favors more divine-
That I have known thy sacred word, Where all thy glories shine.
6 Lord, when this mortal frame decays, And every weakness dies,
Complete the wonders of thy grace, And raise me to the skies.
God acknowledged in National Blessings. GREAT God of nations, now to thee Our hymn of gratitude we raise- With humble heart, and bending knee, We offer thee our song of praise.
2 Thy name we bless, Almighty God, For all the kindness thou hast shown To this fair land the pilgrims trod,
This land we fondly call our own.
3 Here Freedom spreads her banner wide, And casts her soft and hallowed ray,- Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide
In safety through their dangerous way. 4 We praise thee, that the gospel's light Through all our land its radiance sheds; Dispels the shades of error's night,
And heavenly blessings round us spreads. 5 Great God! preserve us in thy fear; In dangers still our guardian be; Oh spread thy truth's bright precepts here, Let all the people worship thee.
L. M. Old Hundred. All Saints. GREAT God! beneath whose piercing eye The earth's extended kingdoms lie; Whose favoring smile upholds them all, Whose anger smites them, and they fall;- 2 We bow before thy heavenly throne; Thy power we see-thy greatness own; Yet, cherished by thy milder voice, Our bosoms tremble and rejoice.
3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown Their children's children long shall own; To thee, with grateful hearts, shall raise The tribute of exulting praise.
4 Led on by thine unerring aid, Secure the paths of life we tread; And, freely as the vital air,
Thy first and noblest bounties share.
5 Great God, our guardian, guide, and friend' Oh still thy sheltering arm extend;
Preserved by thee for ages past,
For ages let thy kindness last!
National Praise and Prayer.
WITH grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs;
His power and mercy we proclaim: Through every age, oh may we own Jehovah here has fixed his throne,
And triumph in his mighty name.
2 Long as the moon her course shall run, Or men behold the circling sun,
Lord, in our land support thy reign! Crown her just counsels with success, With truth and peace her borders bless, And all thy sacred rights maintain.
656 Prayer for National Gratitude and Holiness.
LORD! let thy goodness lead our land, Still saved by thine almighty hand, The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour, and our King.
2 Let every public temple raise Triumphant songs of holy praise; Let every peaceful private home A temple, Lord, to thee become. 3 Still be it our supreme delight To walk as in thy glorious sight; Still in thy precepts and thy fear, Till life's last hour, to persevere.
Praise for sparing Mercy.
GOD of my life, to thee belong,
The grateful heart, the joyful song; Touched by thy love, each tuneful chord Resounds the goodness of the Lord.
2 Thou hast preserved my fleeting breath, And chased the glooiny shades of death; The venomed arrows vainly fly,
While God, our great deliverer's nigh. mp 3 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care? Why does thy hand so kindly rear A useless cumberer of the ground, On which so little fruit is found? 4 Still let the barren fig-tree stand, Upheld and fostered by thy hand; And let its fruit and verdure be mf A grateful tribute, Lord, to thee.
5 So shall thy praise employ my breath Through life-and in the arms of death, My soul, the pleasant theme prolong; Then rise to aid th' angelic song.
658 in Behalf of charitable Objects generally. HIGH on a throne of light, O Lord! Dost thou exalted shine! What can our poverty bestow, Since all the world is thine
2 But thou hast brethren here below, The children of thy grace, Whose humble names thou wilt confess Before thy Father's face.
3 In them mayst thou be clothed, and fed, And visited, and cheered;
And, in their accents of distress Our Saviour's voice be heard.
4 Whate'er our willing hands can give, Lord, at thy feet we lay;
Grace will the humble gift receive, And grace at length repay.
THY bounties, gracious Lord, With gratitude we own; We praise thy providential care, That showers its blessings down.
2 With joy thy people bring
Their offerings round thy throne; With thankful souls, behold, we pay A tribute of thine own.
3 Oh may this sacrifice
To thee, the Lord, ascend, An odor of a sweet perfume, Presented by his hand.
4 Well pleased our God shall view The products of his grace; With endless life shall he fulfil His kindest promises.
In Behalf of the Poor.
BRIGHT Source of everlasting love,
To thee our souls we raise ;
And to thy sovereign bounty rear A monument of praise.
2 Thy mercy gilds the paths of life With every cheering ray,
And still restrains the rising tear, Or wipes that tear away.
3 When, sunk in guilt, our souls approached The borders of despair,
Thy grace, through Jesus' blood, proclaimed A free salvation near.
4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord! For all the grace we see?
mp Alas! the goodness we can yield Extendeth not to thee.
5 To tents of wo to beds of pain, We cheerfully repair;
And, with the gift thy hand bestows, Relieve the mourner's care.
6 The widow's heart shall sing for joy, The orphan shall be glau; The hungering soul with joy we'll point To Christ, the living bread.
FATHER of mercies, send thy grace, All-powerful, from above,
To form in our obedient souls The image of thy love.
2 Oh! may our sympathizing breasts That generous pleasure know, Kindly to share in others' joy, And weep for others' wo.
3 When poor and helpless sons of grief In deep distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus looked on dying man, When throned above the skies, And in the Father's bosom blest, He felt compassion rise.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, To raise us from the ground,
For us he shed his precious blood,
BLEST is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Is never raised in vain ;
2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A brother's woes to feel,
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.
3 He spreads his kind, supporting arms
To every child of grief:
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.
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