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What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the christian name !
By thy resistless grace ;
And humbly seek thy face.
We shall not sink in fear;
IIYMN 109. C. M.
Now hastens to
And sounds his dire alarms.
Ind wait his high command ;
The signal of his hand.
His shafts of deadly pow'r ;
Impatient to devour,
They come at thy command :
Against thy chast’ning hand.
Remove thy sharp rebukes :
Thro' thy repeated strokes.
Lord, rebuke us not,
Nor let thy fury grow so hot,
Against poor feeble worms.
And pity all our pain ;
HYMN 110. C. M.
Thanksgiving for Victory.
thee, who reign'st supreme above,
We our successes owe.
Without thine aid were vain ;
To crown the bright campaign.
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 ;
But thro' the grace of heav'n.
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.
3 When angry nations rush to arms,
And rage, and noise, and tumult reign;
And slaughter spreads the hostile plains ; 3 Thy Sov'reign eye looks calmly down,
And marks their course, and bounds their
And noise and war are heard no more. 4 Then peace returns with balmy wing,
Sweet peace ! with her what blessings fled !
Reviving commerce lifts her head.
All move subservient to thy will ;
And thy sublime decrees fulfil.
Thy kind protection still implore ;
HYMN 112. C. M.
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.
4 Praise to the Lord, who staid the sword
And said, “ it is enough ;""
Triumphant e'en in death.
Those heav'nly gates display,
For ever flee away.
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.
While they, who love thee, groan ?
Mysterious and unknown.
And plead before her God,
Beneath thy heavy rod.
Give my poor spirit ease.:
And ev'ry tear he sees.
With health upon its wings ?
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.
On thy dear faithful breast;
To his eternal rest,
Did I my soul resign:
Which made salvation mine. 5 Back from the borders of the grave,
At thy command I come:
I To my celestial home. 6 Where thou determin'st mine abode,
There would I choose to be ;
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;