HYMN 81.

1 DREAD Jehovah! God of nations! From thy temple in the skies, Hear thy people's supplications,

Now for their deliv'rance rise:

2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
4 Let that love veil our transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place.

HYMN 82.

Prayer and Hope of Victory.

1 NOW may the God of grace and pow'r
Attend his people's humble cry ;
Defend them in the needful hour,
And send deliv'rance froin on high.

2 In his salvation is our hope,

And in the name of Israel's God
Our troops shall lift their banners up,
Our navies spread their flags abroad.
3 Some trust in horses train'd for war,

And some of chariots make their boasts;
Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts! 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, And let our trust be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear,

And hymns of peace conclude our song.

THANKSGIVING-DAY.

ⱭIL 3

(L. M.)

HYMN 83. (Part 1) (IIL 2)

1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ:
All to thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow.

2 All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
3 Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
All the plenty summer pours,
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

4 Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladd'ning streams,
Pure religion's holier beams;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Part 2.

5 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the rip'ning ear;
Though the sick'ning flock should fall,
And the herd desert the stall;
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain
Th' early and the latter rain,
Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Life and grace, whate'er our wo,
Still to thee, our God, we owe;
Though of earthly hopes bereft,
Yet our hope of heav'n is left;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

HYMN 84.

1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret bir
And sent the early rain.

(C. M.)

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine,
The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
The mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
Matur'd the swelling grain;

A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway:
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.

For Public Mercies and Deliverances.

1 SALVATION doth to God belong,
His power and grace shall be our song;
From him alone all mercies flow,
His arm alone subdues the foe!

2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear
Propitious to his people's prayer;
And though deliv'rance he may stay,
Yet answers still in his own day.
3 O may this goodness lead our land,
Still sav'd by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee our Saviour, and our King.
4 Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
And every peaceful, private home,
To thee a temple shall become.
5 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.

2 Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in thy gracious arm-
There, we know-thy word believing—
Only there, secure from harm.
3 Never from thy pasture roving,
Let them be the Lion's prey;
Let thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them all life's dang’rous way:
4 Then, within thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting place;
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of thy grace.

HYMN 87.

1 THE gentle Saviour calls
Our children to his breast;

He folds them in his gracious arms,
Himself declares them blest.

2 "Let them approach," he cries,

"Nor scorn their humble claim;
"The heirs of heav'n are such as these,
"For such as these I came."

3 Gladly we bring them, Lord,
Devoting them to thee,
Imploring, that, as we are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.

HYMN 88.

BAPTISM OF ADULTS.

Ephesians vi. 10. 13.

1 SOLDIERS of Christ arise,
And put your armour on,

Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through his eternal Son.

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts,

And in his mighty pow'r,

Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,

Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand then in his great might,
With all his strength endu'd;
And take to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.

4 That having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,

Ye may behold your vict'ry won,
And stand complete at last.

(S. M.)

(S. M.)

CONFIRMATION.

HYMN 89.
1 0 HAPPY day, that stays my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell thy goodness all abroad.
2 O happy bond! that seals my vows,
To him who merits all my love;
Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
While to his sacred throne I move.

3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done;
Deign, gracious Lord, to make me thine;
Help me, through grace, to follow on,
Glad to confess thy voice divine.

4 Here rest, my oft divided heart,

Fix'd on thy God, thy Saviour, rest;
Who with the world would grieve to part,
When call'd on angels' food to feast?

5 High heav'n, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renew'd shall daily hear,

Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

HYMN 90.

1 WITNESS, ye men and angels; now
Before the Lord we speak ;
To him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break:

2 That, long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength,
But on his grace rely,

That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

4 Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in thy ways;

And, while we turn our vows to prayers,
Turn thou our prayers to praise.

HYMN 91.

1 YOUTH, when devoted to the Lord,
Is pleasing in his eyes;

A flow'r, though offer'd in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.

(L. M.)

(C. M.)

(a. M.)