3 And why, great God, are we thus spared, Ungrateful as we are?

O make thine awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries,-Forbear!
4 0 turn us, turn us, blessed Lord,
By thine almighty grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And ever seek thy face.

5 Hear thou our prayers, and grant us aid;

Bid wars forever cease:

Heal every breach that sin has made,

And bless our land with peace.

1019

DREAD

9th P. M. 87, 87.

Pardon implored for national sins.
READ Jehovah! God of nations!
From thy temple in the skies,
Hear thy people's supplications;
Now for their deliv'rance rise.
2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
In thy holy place we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding;
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
4 Let that mercy veil transgression;
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression;
Save from spoil thy holy place.

1020

Impending judgments.

C. M.

MOME, let our souls adore the Lord,
Whose judgments yet delay;

Who yet suspends the lifted sword,

And gives us time to pray.

2 Great is our guilt, our fears are great.

But let us not despair;
Still open is the mercy-seat

To penitence and prayer.
3 Kind Intercessor, to thy love
This blessed hope we owe:
O let thy merits plead above,
While we implore below.

4 Though justice near thy awful throne Attends thy dread command,

Lord, hear thy servants, hear thy Son,
And save a guilty land.

1021

The day of vengeance.

SINNERS, the call obey

The latest call of grace:

The day is come, the vengeful day

Of a devoted race: Devils and men combine

To plague the faithless seed,
And phials full of wrath divine
Are bursting on your head.
2 Enter into the Rock,

Ye trembling slaves of sin-
The Rock of your salvation, struck
And cleft to take you in:

To shelter the distress'd

He did the cross endure;

Enter into the clefts, and rest
In Jesus' wounds secure.

1022

S. M..

S. M.

Continued.-Our help cometh from the Lord.

JESUS, to thee we fly

From the devouring sword;

Our city of defence is nigh;

Our help is in the Lord.

Or if the scourge o'erflow,

And laugh at innocence,
Thine everlasting arms, we know,
Shall be our souls' defence.

2 We in thy word believe,
And on thy promise stay;

Our life, which still to thee we give,

Shall be to us a prey: Our life with thee we hide

Above the furious blast,

And shelter'd in thy wounds abide
Till all the storms are past.

THANKSGIVINGS.

1023

God's goodness crowns the year. NTERNAL Source of every joy,

ETER

L. M.

Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

2 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

3 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With opening light and evening shade.

5 O may our more harmonious tongue In worlds unknown pursue the song; And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more 1024

National blessings.

L. M.

YREAT God of nations, now to thee Our hymn of gratitude we raise ; With humble heart, and bending knee, We offer thee our song of praise. 2 Thy Name we bless, almighty God, For all the kindness thou hast shown To this fair land the pilgrims trod,This land we fondly call our own. 3 Here freedom spreads her banner wide, And casts her soft and hallow'd ray; Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide

In safety through their dang'rous way. 4 We praise thee that the gospel's light Through all our land its radiance sheds; Dispels the shades of error's night,

And heavenly blessings round us spreads. 5 Great God, preserve us in thy fear; In danger still our guardian be;

O, spread thy truth's bright precepts here; Let all the people worship thee.

1025

C. M.

God's bountiful goodness.
MOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are!

FOU

The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
And the refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy hand all nature hails :

Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter, fails.

1026

19th P. M. 664, 66€ 1.

Praise to the God of harvest.
HE God of harvest praise;

THE

In loud thanksgiving raise
Hand, heart, and voice;
The valleys smile and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice.

2 Yea, bless his holy Name,
And purest thanks proclaim
Through all the earth;
To glory in your lot
Is duty, but be not
God's benefits forgot,
Amid your mirth.

3 The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices, raise,
With sweet accord;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And in your harvest song
Bless ye the Lord.