2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the

prayer:

Thy blessing came; and still its power Shall onward, through all ages, bear The memory of that holy hour.

3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And where their pilgrim feet have trod, The God they trusted guards their graves.

4 And here Thy name, O God of love, Their children's children shall adore, Till these eternal hills remove,

And spring adorns the earth no more.

750

TO THEE Our God we fly
For mercy and for grace;
Oh, hear our lowly cry,

L. Bacon.

6,6,6,6,8,8.

And hide not Thou Thy face.

O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand, And guard and bless our Fatherland.

2 Arise, O Lord of hosts,

Be jealous for Thy name,
And drive from out our coasts
The sins that put to shame :

O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand,
And guard and bless our Fatherland.

3 Thy best gifts from on high
In rich abundance pour,

That we may magnify

And praise Thee more and more:

O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand, And guard and bless our Fatherland.

4 The powers ordained by Thee
With heavenly wisdom bless;
May they Thy servants be,

And rule in righteousness:

O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand,
And guard and bless our Fatherland.

5 The Church of Thy dear Son
Inflame with love's pure fire;
Bind her once more in one,
And life and truth inspire:

O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand,
And guard and bless our Fatherland.

6 The pastors of Thy fold

With grace and power endue,
That faithful, pure, and bold,
They may be pastors true :

O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand,
And guard and bless our Fatherland.

7 Give peace, Lord, in our time;
O let no foe draw nigh,

Nor lawless deed of crime
Insult Thy majesty :

O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand,
And guard and bless our Fatherland.

751

W. W. How.

6,6,4,6,6,6,4.

GOD bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,

Thro' storm and night!

When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By Thy great might.

752

2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God, above the skies;
On Him we wait;

Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,

God save the State!

C. T. Brooks. J. S. Dwight.

11,10,11,9.

GOD the all-merciful! earth hath forsaken Thy ways of blessedness, slighted Thy word;

Bid not Thy wrath in its terrors awaken ; Give to us peace in our time, O Lord.

2 God the all-righteous One! man hath defied Thee;

Yet to eternity standeth Thy word, Falsehood and wrong shall not tarry beside Thee;

Give to us peace in our time, O Lord.

3 God the all-wise! by the fire of Thy chast'ning,

Earth shall to freedom and truth be restored;

Through the thick darkness Thy kingdom is hastening;

Thou wilt give peace in Thy time, O
Lord.

4 So will Thy people, with thankful devotion, Praise Him Who saved them from peril and sword,

Shouting in chorus from ocean to ocean, Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord.

H. F. Chorley. J. Ellerton.

753

6,6,4,6,6,6,4.

My country! 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring!

2 My native country, thee,
Land of the noble, free,
Thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song:
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing :

Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.

754

S. F. Smith.

C. M.

GREAT King of nations, hear our prayer,

While at Thy feet we fall,

And humbly with united cry
To Thee for mercy call;

The guilt is ours, but grace is Thine,
O turn us not away;

But hear us from Thy lofty throne,
And help us when we pray.

2 Our fathers' sins were manifold,
And ours no less we own,
Yet wondrously from age to age
Thy goodness hath been shown;
When dangers, like a stormy sea,
Beset our country round,

To Thee we looked, to Thee we cried,
And help in Thee was found.

3 With one consent we meekly bow
Beneath Thy chastening hand,
And, pouring forth confession meet,
Mourn with our mourning land;
With pitying eye behold our need,
As thus we lift our prayer;
Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord,
Then let Thy mercy spare.

755

J. H. Gurney.

10s.

GOD of our fathers, whose almighty hand Leads forth in beauty all the starry band Of shining worlds in splendor thro' the skies,

Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise.

2 Thy love divine hath led us in the past, In this free land by Thee our lot is cast; Be Thou our ruler, guardian, guide and stay,

Thy word our law, Thy paths our chosen

way.