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What impious numbers, bold in sin,

Disgrace the christian name !
4 O ! turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,

By thy resistless grace ;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,

And humbly seek thy face.
5 Then, should insulting foes invade,

We shall not sink in fear;
Secure of never failing aid,
Since God, our God, is near.

IIYMN 109. C. M.
On a Fast-day during Pestilence or general Sickness.
DEATH, with his dread commission seal’d,

Now hastens to
In awful state he takes the field,

And sounds his dire alarms.
2 A tendant plagues around him throng,

Ind wait his high command ;
Ana pains, and dying groans obey

The signal of his hand.
3 With cruel force he scatters round

His shafts of deadly pow'r ;
While the grave waits its destin'd prey,

Impatient to devour,
4 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,

They come at thy command :
We'll not attempt a murm'ring word,

Against thy chast’ning hand.
5 Yet, may we plead with humble cries,

Remove thy sharp rebukes :
Our strength consumes, our spirit dies,

Thro' thy repeated strokes.
6 In

Lord, rebuke us not,
Withdraw these dreadful storms:

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Nor let thy fury grow so hot,

Against poor feeble worms.
70 ! hear when dust and ashes speak,

And pity all our pain ;
O! save us, for thy mercy's sake,
And send us health again !

HYMN 110. C. M.

Thanksgiving for Victory.

thee, who reign'st supreme above,

And reign'st supreme below,
Thou God of wisdom, pow'r, and love,

We our successes owe.
2 The thund'ring horse, the martial band

Without thine aid were vain ;
And vict'ry flies at thy command

To crown the bright campaign.
3 Thy mighty arm, unseen, was nigh,

When we our foes assail'd ; 'Tis thou hast rais'd our honours high,

And o'er their hosts prevail'd. 4 Their mounds, their camps, their lofty tow'rs

Into our hands are giv'n ;
Not from desert nor strength of ours,

But thro' the grace of heav'n.
5 The Lord of hosts, our helper lives;

His name be ever blest : 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives : He grants his people rest. .

HYMN 111. L. M.

Thanksgiving for national Peace. 1 REAT 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.

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3 When angry nations rush to arms,

And rage, and noise, and tumult reign;
And war resounds its dire alarms,

And slaughter spreads the hostile plains ; 3 Thy Sov'reign eye looks calmly down,

And marks their course, and bounds their
Thy word the angry nations own, [pow'r :

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 vallies sing,

Reviving commerce lifts her head.
3 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord,

All move subservient to thy will ;
And peace 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 !

HYMN 112. C. M.
Thanksgiving for health after Pestilence.
OV'REIGN of life, we own thy hand

In this late chast’ning stroke ;
And, since we've sinarted by thy rod,

Thy presence we invoke. 2 To thee in our distress we cried,

And thou hast bow'd thine ear ; The pestilence thou hast remov'd,

And brought deliv'rance near. 3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness ;

That, with the pious throng, We may record our solemn vows,

And tune our grateful song.

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4 Praise to the Lord, who staid the sword

And said, “ it is enough ;""
Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints

Triumphant e'en in death.
5 Our God, in thine appointed hour

Those heav'nly gates display,
Where pain, and sickness, fear and death

For ever flee away.
6 There, while the nations of the bless'd,

With raptureş bow around, Our anthems to deliv'ring grace, In sweeter strains shall sound.

HYMN 113. C. M.

Complaint and hope in Siokness, LORD, I am pain’d; but I resign

; My body to thy will : 'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,

Appoints the pains I feel.
2 Dark are thy ways of providence,

While they, who love thee, groan ?
Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense,

Mysterious and unknown.
3 Yet nature may have leave to speak,

And plead before her God,
Lest the o'erburden'd heart should break

Beneath thy heavy rod.
4 These mournful groans and flowing tears,

Give my poor spirit ease.:
While ev'ry groan my Father hears,

And ev'ry tear he sees.
5 Is not some smiling hour at hand

With health upon its wings ?
Give it, O God, thy swift command,

With all the joys it brings.

HYMN 114. C. M.

Praise for recovery from Sickness. 1MY

Y God, thy service well demands

The remnant of my days; Why was this fleeting breath renew'd,

But to renew thy praise ? 2 Thine arms of everlasting love

Did this weak frame sustain ; When life was hov’ring o'er the grave,

And nature sunk with pain.
3 Calmly I bow'd my fainting head

On thy dear faithful breast;
Pleas'd to obey my Father's call

To his eternal rest,
4 Into thy hands, my Saviour-God,

Did I my soul resign:
In firm dependence on that truth,

Which made salvation mine. 5 Back from the borders of the grave,

At thy command I come:
Nor will I urge a speedier flight,

I To my celestial home. 6 Where thou determin'st mine abode,

There would I choose to be ;
For in thy presence death is life,
And earth is heav'n with thee.

HYMN 115. S. M.

Charity. 1 HY bounties, gracious Lord,

With gratitude we own : We bless thy providential grace,

Which show'rs its blessings down, 2 With joy the people bring

Their off rings round thy throne;


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