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Nor let thy fury grow so hot,
Against poor feeble worms.
And pity all our pain ;
HYMN 110. C. M.
Thanksgiving for Victory.
And reign’st supreme below,
We our successes owe.
Without thine aid were vain ;
To crown the bright campaign.
When we our foes assail'd
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 i
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 GREAT
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 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 thy sublime decrees fulfil.
Thy kind protection still implore ;
HYMN 112. C. M.
OV'REIGN of life, we own thy hand
In this late chast’ning stroke ; And, since we've sınarted 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.
'LORD, I am pain’d; but I resign
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.
Those heav'nly gates display,
For ever fleç away.
With raptures bow around,
HYMN 113. C. M.
Complaint and hope in Siokness, f
'tis wisdom all divinę,
While they, who love thee, groan:
Mysterious and unknown.
And plead before her God,
Beneath thy heavy rod. 4 These mournful groans and flowing tears,
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. 1 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 1; 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.
At thy command I come :
To my celestial home. 6 Where thou determin'st mine abode,
There would I choose to be;
HYMN 115. S. M.
With gratitude we own :
Which show'rs its blessings down. 2 With joy the people bring
Their off rings round thy throne ;
With thankful souls behold we pay
A tribute of thy own.
Great Sov'reign Lord of all;
The fragrant ointment spoil. 4 Let a Redeemer's blood
Diffuse its virtues wide ; Hallow and cleanse our ev'ry gift,
And all our follies hide. 5 O may this sacrifice
To thee the Lord ascend,
Presented by his hand.
The products of his grace ;
HYMN 116. L. M.
Charity. 1 THE gold and silver are the Lord's,
And ev'ry blessing earth affords; All come from his propitious hand,
And must return at his command. 2 The blessings which I now enjoy,
I must for Christ and souls employ ;
My Lord will soon call in his loan. 3 When I to him in want apply,
He never does my suit deny ;
Since I so much from him receive ? 4 Shall Jesus leave the realms of day,
And clothe himself in humble clay?