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By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.
The future, all to us unknown,
And peaceful, leave before thy feet. 4. In scenes exalted or depress'd,
Be thou our joy, and thou our rest :
Ador'd through all our changing days. 5. When death shall interrupt our songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues ;
HYMN 410. L. M.
With blessings crowns each op'ning year. These lives, so frail, dost thou prolong,
And wake anew our annnal song. 2. How many precious souls are fled
To the dark regions of the dead,
Through his last yearly course has run! 3. We yet survive: but who can say,
Or through the year, or month, or day,
Thus far at least in league with death? 4. That breath is thine, eternal God !
Tis thine to fix the soul's abode.
On earth, or in the world unknown. 5. To thee we all our pow'rs resign;
Make us and own us still as thine :
Though death should blast the rising year. 6. Thy children, eager to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on,
HYMN 411. c. M.
Of the revolving year.
How short the months appear!
And that important day,
God's judgment shall survey.
The swift advancing year;
The speed of its career.
Its great concern to see ;
And give the year to thee.
If future years arise
To joy that never dies.
4. PUBLIC AND NATIONAL BLESS. INGS AND AFFLICTIONS.
HYMN 412. L. M.
His goodness, and thy bliss proclaim.
That freedom's lib’ral hand bestows.
Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest :
And adds his blessing to their meat.
Thine early and thy latter rains ;
Ilis flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And well the springing corn defends. 4. But he hath nobler works and ways,
To call his people to his praise :
HYMN 413 P. M.
From thee our varied comforts spring : Th' extended trade, the fruitful skies, The blessings liberty bestows, Th'eternal joys the gospel shows.
All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2. Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, That pours from ev'ry foreign shore;
Science and art their charms display:
As truth and conscience point the way. 3. With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs ;
His pow'r and mercy we proclaim: This land through ev'ry age shall own, Jehovah here has fix'd his throne,
And triumph in his mighty name. 4. Long as the moon her course shal! run, Or man behold the circling sun,
O still may God amidst us reign: Crown our just counsels with success, With peace and joy our borders bless, And all our sacred rights maintain.
HYMN 414. C. M.
National security from God. 1. IN vain opposing nations rage,
And humbles all their pride.
And war its desolation spreads
Through ev'ry trembling land,
And desolations cease;
And all the world is peace.
Nor dare provoke his rod :
HYMN 415. L. M.
In time of war. 1. WHILE sounds of war are heard around,
And death and ruin strew the ground; To thee we look, on thee we call,
The Parent and the Lord of all.
The image of a heav'n-born mind,
And brothers shed their brothers' blood, 4. See guilty passions spring to birth
And deeds of hell deform the earth;
And love and pity droop forlorn. 5. Great God! whose powr'ful hand can bind
The raging waves, the furious wind :
And hush the madd’ning world to peace, 6. With rev'rence may each hostile land
Hear and obey that high command, Thy Son's blest errand from above :“My creatures, live in mutual love !"
HYMN 416. S. M. 1. GOD, to correct the world,
In wrath is slow to rise ;
But comes at length, in thunder cloth’d,
And darkness veils the skies. 2. His banners, lifted high,
The nations' God declare, And stain'd with blood, with terrors mark’d,
Spread wonder and despair. 3. All earthly pomp and pride
Are in his presence lost; Empires o’erturn'd, thrones, sceptres, crowns
In wild confusion tost.
And desolation wide;
The righteous still confide. 5. Mysterious is the course
Or his tremendous way:
And in the foaming sea.
And from our view conceal’d,
In majesty reveal'd !
The deadly wrath of man;
Of his own gracious plan. 8. The sons of tyranny
In ruin shall be hurl'd;
HYMN 417. L. M. 1.
behold a scene of dread!
Behold a world with slaughter spread!
Thus feel the terrors of his hand. 2. 'Tis his again the earth to cheer,
To break the bow, to snap the spear,