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3. Behold us, Lord ! oppress'd with wo,
As exil'd from thy care we go :
Grant us again thy face to see.
Our breaches heal, our peace restore.
O let thy strength, great God! sustain. 5. The objects of thy tend'rest love
O save, propitious from above !
HYMN 418. L. M.
Thy sov?reign justice we adore;
Thy boundless mercy to implore. 2. Teach us to mourn for all our guilt;
May reformation fill the land; No more may buman blood be spilt,
But love and joy each heart expand. 3. To thee, O Lord, to thee alone,
We look for help, while drown'd in tears. Send down salvation from thy throne;
Subdue our hearts, remove our fears; 4. Unite our souls to trust thy grace;
Portentous, angry clouds dispel;
Nor tongues be “ set on fire of hell," 5. May the kind spirit of thy Son
Preside and rule in ev'ry soul :
HYMN 419. C. M. Prayer for victory over invading foes. 1. O Lord, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,
And in' more ancient years.
2. 'Twas not their courage, nor their sword
To them salvation gave; 'Twas not their number, nor their strength,
That did their country save. 3. But thy right hand, thy pow'rful arm;
Whose succour they implor'd; Thy providence protected those,
Who thy great name ador’d. 4. As thee, their God, our fathers own'd,
So thou art still our King. Otherefore, as thou did'st to them,
To us deliv'rance bring.
From whom salvation came;
HYMN 420. L. M. 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 from 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. Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear;
Now let our hope be firm and strong; 'Till thy salvation shall appear, And hymns of peace conclude our song.
HYMN 421. L. M.
Public Humiliation. 1. GREAT framer of unnumberd worlds,
And whom unnumber'd worlds adore ! Thy goodness all thy creatures share,
And nature trembles at thy pow'r.
2. While suppliant crowds implore thine aid,
To thee we raise the humble cry: Thine altar is the contrite heart;
Thine incense a repentant sigh. 3. Bat if injustice grind the poor,
Or av'rice stain the sordid hand, Or stern ambition thirst for blood,
Or rude oppression waste the land: 4. The God, who hears the orphan's cry,
The martyr's pray’r, and pris'ner's groan, Still listning to the poor opprest,
Would spurn th’oppressor from his throne. 5. Yet, though enormous crimes abound,
Should but a genuine sorrow rise; And as new troubles threaten round
'Midst wasting wars and angry skies. 6. Should, in her sober hour, our land
Confess thy hand and bless the rod:
HYMN 422, c. M.
Before Jehovah stood,
For guilty Sodom sued :
Was his petition crown'd!
Ten righteous men were found. 3. And could a single pious soul
So rich a boon obtain ?
And plead with thee in vain ?
Now, as in ancient times ;
Gomorrah in her crimes !
Here yet is thine abode.
Long has thy presence blest our land:
Forsake us not, O God!
Thy choicest blessings share;
HYMN 423. c. M.
Thy wonted aid afford.
For he, with glad success,
His mourning saints will bless. 3. To all, that fear his holy name,
His sure salvation's near;
Our nation shall appear. 4. Truth from the earth shall spring, whilst heav'n
Shall streams of justice pour;
HYMN 424. L. M.
Propitious to his people's pray’r;
Answers in his well chosen day. 2. Salvation doth to God belong;
His pow'r and grace shall be our song:
Shall echo thy triumphant name;
To thee a temple shall become. 4. Still be it our supreme delight,
To walk as in thy honour'd sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
'Till life's last hour, to persevere.
When peace shall stretch her balmy wing
HYMN 425. L. M. 1.
Had not the Lord maintain'd our side,
Rose like the swelling of the tide;
So fiercely did the billows roll :
The waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul. 3. For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who broke the fowler's deadly snare;
And made our lives his watchful care. 4. Our help is in Jehovah's name,
Who form’d the earth and built the skies;
HYMN 426. P. M.
Who bids the tumult of the battle cease; The pointed spears to pruning hooks he bends, And the broad falchion in the ploughi-share ends. His pow’rful word unites contending nations
In kind embrace and friendly salutations.
Or thus within thy sacred temple meet,
HYMN 427. C. M.
Dwell with rapture on the theme.