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Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation ! oh, salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation,
Has learnt Messiah's name!
Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole:
Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
The Spirit accompanying the word.
1 O SPIRIT of the living God!
In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.
2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
and unction from above, Whene'er the joyful sound is heard. 3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light;
Confusion, order in thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.
4 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh,
The wonders of the cross record ;
The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every kindred call him Lord.
HYMN 114. God's promises of mercy to Israel. 1 GREAT God of Abraham! hear our prayer;
Let Abraham's seed thy mercy share :
O may they now at length return,
And look on him they pierc'd, and mourn! 2 Remember Jacob's flock of old ;
Bring home the wanderers to thy fold;
Remember too thy promis'd word,
66 Israel at last shall seek the Lord.”'
3 Though outcasts still, estrang’d from thee,
Cut off from their own olive-tree;
Why should they longer such remain ?
For thou canst graft them in again.
4 Lord, put thy law within their hearts,
And write it in their inward parts;
The veil of darkness rend in two,
Which hides Messiah from their view. 5 O! haste the day, foretold so long,
When Jew and Greek, a glorious throng,
One house shall seek, one prayer shall
pour, And one Redeemer shall adore,
For the King.
LORD, thou hast bid thy people pray
For all who bear the sovereign sway,
And thy vicegerents reign ;
Rulers, and governors, and powers,
And ló! in faith we pray for ours,
Nor shall we pray in vain.
Jesus, thy chosen servant guard,
And every threatening danger ward
From his anointed head;
Bid all his griefs and troubles cease,
And through the path of heavenly peace,
To life eternal lead.
Cover his enemies with shame,
Defeat their dire malicious aim,
Their baffled hopes destroy;
But shower on him thy blessings down,
Crown him with grace, with glory crown,
And everlasting joy.
To hoary hairs be thou his God,
Late may he see thy high abode,
Late to his heaven remove;
Of virtues full, and happy days,
Accounted worthy by thy grace,
To fill a throne above.
For a day of public humiliation.
SEE, gracious God, before thy throne
A mourning people bend !
'Tis on thy sovereign grace
alone Our humble hopes depend. 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand
Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
3 Great God! and why is Britain spar'd,
Ungrateful as we are?
O make thy awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries, “ Forbear.”
4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord !
Bestow thy cheering grace!
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.
Thanksgiving for national deliverance.
PRAISE to the Lord, who bows his ear,.
Propitious to his people's prayer ;
And, though deliverance long delay,
Answers in his well-chosen day.
may thy grace our land
Rescued from fierce destructive rage,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King !
Our temples guarded from the flame
Shall echo thy triumphant name;
And every peaceful private home
To thee a temple shall become.
Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy honour'd sight:
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
To life's last hour to persevere.
Praise for national peace.
GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies !
A word of thine almighty breath
Can sink the world, or bid it rise ;
Thy smile is life, thy frown is death,
When angry nations rush to arms,
And rage, and noise, and tumult reign,
And war resounds its dire alarms,
And slaughter dyes the hostile plain :
3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down,
And marks their course, and bounds their power;
Thy law the angry nations own,
And noise and war are heard no more.
4 Then peace returns with balmy wing;
Sweet peace ! with her what blessings fled !
Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing,
Reviving commerce lifts her head.
5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord !
All move subservient to thy will;
and war await thy word,
And thy sublime decrees fulfil.
6 To thee we pay our grateful songs,
Thy kind protection still implore :
O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues,
Confess thy goodness and adore !
Thanksgiving for a plentiful Harvest.
FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are !
The rolling seasons as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.
When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark’d its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav’st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.