6 For all the good thy grace imparts,
What shall we give Thee? Take our hearts,
Oh! seal them by thy power divine,
In life, in death, for ever thine.

511.

C.M.-The Gratitude of Children to God.

1 THY throne, O God! in righteousness,
For ever shall endure;

We bow before it;-deign to bless
The children of the poor.

2 Thy wisdom fix'd our lowly birth,
Yet we thy goodness share;

Still make us, while we dwell on earth,
The children of thy care.

3 Strangers to thee, though thine by name,
We heard thy welcome voice,
And gather'd from the world became
The children of thy choice.

4 Thou art our Shepherd,-glorious God!
Thy little flock behold,

And guide us by thy staff and rod,
-The children of thy fold,

5 We praise thy name that we were brought To this delightful place,

Where we are watch'd, and warn'd, and taught, -The children of thy grace.

6 O! may our friends, thy servants here,
Meet all our souls above;

And they and we in heaven appear,
The children of thy love.

512.

L.M.-For a Day of National Humiliation. God's Controversy with Britain stated and pleaded. Micah vi. 1, 2, 3. 1 HEARKEN, ye hills; ye mountains hear; Jehovah vindicates his laws;

Trembling in silence at his bar,

Thou earth, attend thy Maker's cause.

2 Israel, stand forth-present thy plea; And charge the Almighty to his face; Say if his rules oppressive be;

Say, if defective be his grace.

3 Eternal Judge, the action cease;

Our lips are seal'd in conscious shame: 'Tis our's, in sackcloth to confess, And thine the sentence to proclaim. 4 Ten thousand witnesses arise,

Thy mercies, and our crimes appear,
More than the stars that deck the skies,
And all our dreadful guilt declare.
5 How shall we come before thy face,
And in thine awful presence bow?
What offerings can secure thy grace,
Or calm the terrors of thy brow.

6 Thousands of rams in vain might bleed;
Rivers of oil might blaze in vain;
Or the first-born's devoted head
With horrid gore thine altar stain.
7 But thy own Lamb, all-gracious God,
Whom impious sinners dar'd to slay,
Hath sovereign virtue in his blood,
To purge the nation's guilt away.
8 With humble faith to that we fly,

With that be Britain sprinkled o'er;
Trembling no more in dust we lie,
And dread thy hand and bar no more.

513.

L.M.-For a Day of Humiliation in time of War. Deut. xxiii. 9. 1 GREAT God of heaven and nature, rise, And hear our loud united cries;

See Britain bow before thy face,

Through all her coasts, and seek thy grace.

2 No arm of flesh we make our trust;
Nor sword, nor horse, nor ships we boast;
Thine is the land, and thine the main,
And human force and skill are vain.

3 Our guilt might draw thy vengeance down,
On every shore, on every town;
But view us, Lord, with pitying eye,
And lay thy lifted thunder by.

4 Forgive the follies of our times,
And purge our land of all its crimes;
Reform'd and deck'd with grace divine,
Let princes, priests, and people shine.

514.

L.M.-Hymn in time of War.

1 WHILE sounds of war are heard around, And death and ruin strew the ground; To thee we look, on thee we call,

The Parent and the Lord of all.

2 Thou who hast stamp'd on human kind
The image of a heaven-born mind,
And in a father's wide embrace
Hast cherish'd all the kindred race.
3 O see, with what insatiate rage
Thy sons their impious battles wage;
How spreads destruction like a flood,
And brothers shed their brothers' blood!
4 See guilty passions spring to birth,
And deeds of hell deform the earth;
While righteousness and justice mourn,
And love and pity droop forlorn.

5 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind The raging waves, the furious wind;

O, bid the human tempest cease,

And hush the maddening world to peace.

6 With reverence may each hostile land,
Hear and obey that high command,
Thy Son's blest errand from above-
My creatures live in mutual love."

515.

L.M.-Thanksgiving for 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!
2 When angry nations rush to arms,

And rage, and noise, and tumult reign;
And war resounds its dire alarms,

And slaughter dyes the hostile plain;3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down, And marks their course, and bounds their power:

Thy law the angry nations own,

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 valleys sing, Reviving commerce lifts her head.

5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord!
All move subservient to thy will;
Both peace and war await thy word,
And thy sublime decrees fulfil.

6 To thee we pay our grateful songs,
Thy kind protection still implore;
O, may our hearts, and lives, and tongues,
Confess thy goodness and adore!

516.

P.M.-National Thanksgiving.

1 HOW rich thy gifts, Almighty King! From thee our various comforts spring; The' extended trade, the fruitful skies,

The blessings liberty bestows, The' eternal joys the gospel shows, All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, That pours from every foreign shore; Science and art their charms display: Religion teaches us to raise

Our voices to our Maker's praise,

As truth and conscience point the way. 3 With grateful hearts, 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. 4 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.

517.

L.M.-For a Day of Prayer for the Revival of Religion.
God entreated for Zion. Isa. lxii. 6.

1 INDULGENT Sovereign of the skies!
And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear?
While feeble mortals raise their cries,
Wilt thou the great Jehovah hear?
2 How shall thy servants give thee rest,
Till Zion's mouldering walls thou raise?
Till thy own power shall stand confest,
And make Jerusalem a praise?

3 For this, a lowly suppliant crowd,
Here in thy sacred temple wait:
For this we lift our voices loud,

And call, and knock at mercy's gate.