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4 The humble souls who mourn and pray,
The Lord approves and knows; His mark secures them in the day,
When vengeance strikes his foes.
Pleading with God for a guilty Land.
Gen. xviii. 23. (L. M.)
1 CREAT God! did pious Abram pray
V For Sodom's vile abandon'd race? And shall not all our souls be rous'd, For Britain to implore thy grace ?
2 Base as we are, doth not thine eye.
Its chosen thousands here survey?
Who walk in sin's destructive way?
The righteous with the wicked smite; Nor bury in promiscuous heaps,
Rebels, and saints, thy chief delight. 4 Jesus the intercessor hear,
And for his sake thy grace impart,
5 Sodom shall change to Zion then,
137. A guilty People pleading Divine Mercy. (I
1 W HILE justice waves her vengeful h
V Tremendous o'er a guilty land,
With fear and trembling we adore. 2 Where shall we fly but to thy feet?
Our only refuge is thy seat ;
And holds thy thunder from our heads. 3 While peace and plenty bless'd our days,
Where was the tribute of thy praise ?
The blessings which thy goodness lent? 4 Look down, O Lord ! with pitying eye!
Though loud our crimes for vengeance cr
Nor thy long-suffering patience fail.
Thy rising wrath to pity turns ?
Contrition to each rocky heart,
A general, undissembled woe.
With plenty bless the pining poor,
In Time of War. (L. M.)
10N thee, great Ruler of the skies,
On thee our stedfast hope relies: When hostile powers against us join, What aid so present, Lord, as thine ?
2 By thee secur'd, no fears we own,
Though earth, convuls'd, beneath is groan,
3 Though, arm’d with rage, before our eyes,
That deep in all its horrors rise,
4 Behold fair Sion's blest retreat,
5 No tempests there licentious stray,
But soft along their level way,
6 God, ever watchful, ever nigh,
Bids storms around her barmless fly; .
The same. Second Parte (L. M.)
1 SEE! rous'd by discord's fierce alarms
The headlong nations rush to arms; But God aloud asserts his sway,
And earth's whole fabric melts away. 2 0 come, behold a scene of dread,
Behold a world with slaughter spread;
Thus feel the terrors of his hand. 3 'Tis his, again the earth to cheer,
To break the bow, to snap the spear,
And hush the tumult of the war.
That I am God, and I alone;
Exalted o'er the earth I stand. 5 On heav'ns high Lord our trust we build
The God of Jacob is our shield;
The same. (C. M.)
1 LTARK! the loud trumpet of our God,
11 Sounds an alarm of war :
And tremble from afar!
2 With humble reverence, and with awe,
We hear the sacred word;
Which dooms us to the sword.
The murd’ring sword to view,
Destroy its vices too.
Which ends the painful doom;
In peace and virtue bloom.
Who guards the British race;
And bless the God of grace.
41. Blessing God for his Goodness to Souland Body.
(L. M.) I PLESS, O my soul, the living God,
D Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; Let all the pow'rs within me join,
In work and worship so divine.
His favours claim thy highest praise ;