3 Great God, and is Columbia spar'd,
Ungrateful as we are!.

O make thy awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries, " Forbear."

4 What land so favour'd of the skies,
As these United States!

Our numerous crimes increasing rise,
Yet, still thy vengeance waits!
5 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the christian name!

6 Regardless of thy smile or frown,
Their pleasures they require;

And sink with gay indifference down
To everlasting fire.

70 turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
By thy resistless grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.

8 Then, should insulting foes invade,
We shall not sink in fear;
Secure of never-failing aid,

If God, our God, be near.

CCCXCIX. C. M. RIP. SEL. S. C. Ustick's edition.

A Hymn for a Fast Day. Gen. xviii. 23, 33.

WH

THEN Abram, full of sacred awe,
Before Jehovah stood,

And with a humble fervent prayer,
For guilty Sodom sued ;

2 With what success, what wondrous grace,
Was his petition crown'd!

The Lord would spare if in the place
Ten righteous men were found.

3 And could a single holy soul
So rich a boon obtain ?

Great God, and shall a nation cry,
And plead with thee in vain ?

4 Columbia, guilty as she is,

Her numerous saints can boast,
And now their fervent prayers ascend
And can those prayers be lost?
5 Are not the righteous dear to thee,
Now as in ancient times?
Or does this sinful land exceed
Gomorrah in its crimes?

6 Still are we thine, we bear thy name,
Here yet is thine abode;

Long has thy presence bless'd our land,
Forsake us not, O God.

CCCC. L. M.

Paul's tune.

DAVIES.

National Judgments deprecated, and National
Mercies pleaded. Amos iii. 1, 6.

WHILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord,
We view the terrors of thy sword;

Oh! whither shall the helpless fly;
To whom but thee direct their cry
2 The helpless sinner's cries and tears
Are grown familiar to thine ears;
Oft has thy mercy sent relief,

When all was fear and hopeless grief.
3 On thee, our guardian God, we call,
Before thy throne of grace we fall
And is there no deliverance there?
And must we perish in despair?

4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn, To our forsaken God we turn;

O spare our guilty country,-spare The church which thou hast planted here. We plead thy grace, indulgent God; We plead thy Son's atoning blood; We plead thy gracious promises, And are they unavailing pleas? 6 These pleas, presented at thy throne, Have brought ten thousand blessings down On guilty lands in helpless woe; Let them prevail to save us too.

CCCCI. L. M. BALT. COLLEC

Confession and Prayer. Isa. 1, 2.

the

OH may power

that melts the rock

Be felt by all assembled here,

Or else our service will but mock-
The God whom we profess to fear.

2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,
Thy people's eyes are fix'd on thee!
We own thy just uplifted hand,

Which thousands cannot, will not see.
3 How long hast thou bestow'd thy care
On this indulg'd, ungrateful spot:
While other nations far and near,
Have envy'd and admir'd our lot.
4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt,
The glorious gospel brightly shone;
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 ev'ry where,
Who meet to mourn, confess and pray,
The nation and thy churches spare,
And let thy wrath be turn'd away.

A PRAYER FOR THE PRESIDENT, CON GRESS, MAGISTRATES, &c.

CCCCII. L. M. RIP. SEL. S. C. Ustick's edition-altered.

GREAT God of all! thy matchless power

Should every nation still adore; Thee, our Sovereign, we would own, And bow before thy gracious throne. 2 May peace her balmy wing extend, From age to age upon this land; Grant freedom and the gospel's sound; Make every blessing here abound. 3 Our President with wisdom crown, His soul with thy rich grace adorn; Resolve his heart, 'midst all his foes, "To launch the stream which 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, O Lord, 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 inspire,
And round us blaze " a wall of fire."

TIME AND ETERNITY;

CCCCIII. L. M. STEELE.
The shortness of Time and frailty of Man.
Ps. xxxix.

ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days!
Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to thy praise.
2 My days are shorter than a span,
A little point my life appears;
How frail at best is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears.
3 Vain his ambition, noise and show!
Vain are the cares which rack his mind!
He heaps up treasures mix'd with wo;
And dies and leaves them all behind.

4 O be a nobler portion mine;
My God, I bow before thy throne,
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hopes on thee alone.