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Support the state, preserve the King,
And spare the guilty realm.

5 But should the dread decree be past,
And we must feel thy rod,

May stedfast faith still hold us fast
To our offended God!

6 Whatever be our destined case,
Accept us in thy Son;

Give us thy Gospel and thy grace ;—
And then thy will be done.

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1 BEHOLD, O Lord! before thy throne,
Thy mourning people bend;
"Tis on thy sovereign grace alone
Our humble hopes depend.

2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand
Thy dreadful power display:

Yet mercy spares this guilty land;
And yet we live to pray.

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

Oh! be these awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries "forbear!"

4 What numerous crimes increasing rise,
Throughout this sinful isle!

What land so favour'd of the skies!
And yet what land so vile!

5 Turn us, O turn us, blessed Lord!
By thine Almighty grace:

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

6 O hear our prayers, and grant us aid;
Bid war and discord cease;

Heal the sad breach that sin hath made
And bless us all with peace.

HYMN 82.

(C. M. DUBLIN.)

Thanksgivings for peace.

1 HELP us, O Lord! with humble minds
To bow before thy throne;
And with unfeign'd repentance moved,
Our past transgressions own.

2 May we, from war's destructions saved,
Our Ebenezer raise ;*

And with our hearts, and lives, and tongues
Proclaim thy wondrous praise!

3 From whence do wars and fightings come, A scourge to every age?

Come they not hence, e'en of men's lusts,
Which in their members rage?+

4 Hasten the glorious time, foretold
In thine unerring word;

When, from the greatest, to the least,
All men shall serve the Lord.

5 Nation shall not 'gainst nation rise,
Nor any more learn war;

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The sword shall be to plough-shares turn'd; To pruning-hooks the spear.*

6 From Satan's long usurp'd domain
A sinful world release;

Then with each other we shall dwell
In mutual love and peace.

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God's goodness in appointing means of grace. 1 WHEN Israel, by divine command, The pathless desert trod,

They found, e'en in that dreary land,
A sure resource in God.

2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road,†
And screen'd them from the heat;
From rocks of stone the water flow'd,
And manna was their meat.

3 Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from adverse powers;
Like them we pass a desert too ;-
But Israel's God is ours.

4 Yes, in this barren wilderness,
He is to us the same,

By his appointed means of grace,
As once He was to them.

5 His word a light before us spreads,
That we our way may see;
His love a banner to our heads,
From harm preserves us free.

* Isa. ii. 4. † Ex. xiii. 21.

6 O may we not, like them, abuse
The riches of his grace;

Nor such stupendous love refuse;
But humbly seek his face!

HYMN 84.

(s. M. FAGIUS.)

The Gospel glad tidings of greal joy.

1 How beauteous are their feet,*
Who stand on Zion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

2 How blessed are our ears,t
That hear this joyful sound;
Which Kings and Prophets wish'd to hear,
And sought but never found.

3 How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light;
Which Kings and Prophets wish'd to see,
But died without the sight!

4 Make bare thine arm, O Lord!
Send forth thy truth abroad:
Let sinners every where behold
Their Saviour and their God.

HYMN 85.

(C. M. DUBLIN.)

The Sower. Matt. xiii. 3.

1 YE sons of earth, prepare the plough; Break up your fallow ground; ‡

Isa. lii. 8, &c.

† Matt. xiii. 16. 17. Jer. iv. 3.

The Sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.
2 The seed that finds a stony soil
Shoots forth a hasty blade,
But ill repays the Sower's toil,
Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead.
3 The thorny ground is sure to baulk
All hopes of harvest there:
We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.

4 The beaten path, and highway-side,
Receive the trust in vain ;
The watchful birds the spoil divide,
And pick up all the grain.
5 But where the Lord of grace and power
Has bless'd the happy field,
How plenteous is the golden store
The deep-wrought furrows yield !
6 Father of mercies! we have need"
Of thy preparing grace;

Let the same hand that gives the seed
Provide a fruitful place.

HYMN 86.

(C. M. HEPHZIBA.)

The light and glory of the Scriptures.

1 THE Spirit breathes upon the word, And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford

A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic as the sun;

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