And oft our enemies have felt
That God has made our cause his own.
5 But ah! both heaven and earth have heard Our vile requital of his love!
We, whom like children he has rear'd,
Rebels against his goodness prove.
6 His grace despis'd, his pow'r defy'd,
And legions of the blackest crimes,
Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride,
Are signs that mark the present times.
7 The Lord displeas'd has rais'd his rod;
Ah, where are now the faithful few
Who tremble for the ark of God,
And know what Israel ought to do?
8 Lord, hear thy people every where,
Who meet to mourn, confess and pray;
The nation and thy churches spare,
And let thy wrath be turn'd away.
(427.) Praise for deliverance and peace. 1 PEACE! the welcome sound proclaim; Dwell with rapture on the theme. Loud, still louder swell the strain: Peace on earth! good-will to men!
2 Breezes! whisp'ring soft and low,
Gently murmur as ye blow,
Now, when war and discord cease,
Praises to the God of peace.
3 Ocean's billows far and wide,
Rolling in majestic pride!
Loud, still louder swell the strain:
Peace on earth! good-will to men!
4 Vocal songsters of the grove!
Sweetly chant in notes of love,
Now when war and discord cease,
Praises to the God of peace.
5 Mortals, who these blessings feel!
Christians, who before him kneel!
Loud, still louder swell the strain:
Peace on earth, good-will to men!
4. FOR THE PRESIDENT, CONGRESS, MAGIS-
TRATES, &c.
Prayer for the President, Congresɛ,
Magistrates, &c.
1 GREAT Lord of all, thy matchless power
Archangels in the heavens adore;
With them our Sov'reign thee we own,
And bow the knee before thy throne,
2 Let dove-ey'd peace with odour'd wing,
On us her grateful blessings fling;
Freedom spread beauteous as the morn,
And plenty fill her ample horn.
3 Pour on our Chief thy mercies down,
His days with heavenly wisdom crown
Resolve his heart, where'er he goes,
To lanch the stream that duty shows,
4 Over our Capitol diffuse,
From hills divine, thy welcome dews,
While Congress, in one patriot band,
Prove the firm fortress of our land.
5 Our Magistrates with grace sustain,
Nor let them bear the sword in vain;
Long as they fill their awful seat,
Be vice seen dying at their feet.
6 For ever from the western sky,
Bid the destroying angel' fly!
With grateful songs our hearts ins
And round us blaze a wall of fire.
Religious toleration ought to be dafs elad by our rulers.
ABSURD and vain attempt! to bind
With iron chains the free-born mind,
To force conviction, and reclaim
The wand'ring by destructive flarue.
2 Bold arrogance! to snatch from heav'n
Dominion not to mortals giv'n;
O'er conscience to usurp the throne,
Accountable to God alone.
3 Jesus! thy gentle law of love
Does no such cruelties approve;
Mild as thyself, thy doctrine wields
No arms but what persuasion yields.
4 By proofs divine, and reason strong,
It draws the willing soul along;
And conquests to thy church acquires
By eloquence which heav'n inspires.
5 O happy, who are thus compell'd
To the rich feast, by Jesus held!
May we this blessing know, and prize.
The light which liberty supplies.
HEN, bending o'er the brink of life,
My trembling soul shall stand,
Waiting to pass death's awful flood,
Great God, at thy command!
2 When weeping friends surround my bed,
And close my sightless eyes;
When shatter'd by the weight of years
This broken body lies:
3 When ev'ry long-lov'd scene of life
Stands ready to depart;
When the last sigh that shakes the frame
Shall rend this bursting heart:
O, thou great Source of joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save,
Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave!
5 Lay thy supporting gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head;
And, with a ray of love divine,
Illume my dying bed!
6 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast,
May I resign my breath!
And, in thy fond embraces, lose "The bitterness of death!"
The living know, &c. Eccl. ix, 5. WHERE are the dead?-In heav'n or hell Their disembodied spirits dwell;
Their perish'd forms in bonds of clay,
Reserv'd until the judgment day.
2 Who are the dead?-The sons of time
In ev'ry age, and state, and clime;
Renown'd, dishonour'd or forgot,
The place that knew them knows them not.
3 Where are the living?-On the ground
Where pray'r is heard and mercy found;
Where, in the compass of a span,
The mortal makes th' immortal man.
Who are the living? They whose breath
Draws every moment nigh to death;
Of endless bliss or wo the heirs:
Oh, what an awful lot is theirs!
5 Then, timely warn'd, let us begin
To follow Christ and flee from sin;
Daily grow up in him our head,
Lord of the living and the dead.
OH, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
"Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
S Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasur'd by the flight of years--
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh! what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Lord God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun:-
Lest we be driven from thy face,
And evermore undone.
6 Here would we end our quest-
Alone are found in thee
The life of perfect love-the rest
Of immortality.
1OFT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, "Am I
Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die?"
Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
And plung'd into a world unknown.
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