Whate'er may be our destined case, Give us thy gospel and thy grace- HYMN 56. Public Thanksgiving. BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, Vast as eternity thy love, Firm as thyself thy truth shall stand, When rolling years have ceased to move! HYMN 57. How rich thy gifts, Almighty King! All from thy boundless goodness rise. With grateful heart, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs, His power and mercy we proclaim; Britons through every age shall own Jehovah here has fix'd his throne, And triumph in his mighty name. Long as the moon her course shall run, Or men behold the circling sun, O still may God in Britain reign; Crown her just counsels with success, With peace and joy her borders bless, And all her sacred rights maintain. HYMN 58. For Harvest. PRAISE to God, immortal praise, These, great God, to Thee we owe; HYMN 59. For Harvest. FOUNTAIN of Mercy! God of Love! When in the bosom of the earth And sent the early rain. The spring's sweet influence, Lord, is thine; The plants in beauty grow; And soft, refreshing dew. These varied mercies from above Matur'd the swelling grain; We own and bless thy gracious sway; Seed time nor harvest, night nor day, Hymns. MISCELLANEOUS. HYMN 60. For God's blessing on the means of grace. GREAT God, this sacred day of thine, These solemn, consecrated hours; Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly, Where God resides appear no more: All-seeing God, thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore. O may thy grace our bosoms move, And fix our thoughts on things above. Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, And bid thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart, Then shall the day indeed be thine; Then shall our souls adoring own The grace that calls us to thy throne. HYMN 61. The ways of providence mysterious. GOD moves in a mysterious way He plants his footsteps in the sea, Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up his bright designs, Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, Blind unbelief is sure to err, And He will make it plain. |