1245 L. M. Praise for national blessings.
Almighty Sovereign of the skies, To thee let songs of gladness rise, Each grateful heart its tribute bring, And every voice thy goodness sing.
2 From thee our choicest blessings flow, Life, health and strength, thy hands bestow; The daily good thy creatures share, Springs from thy providential care.
3 The rich profusion nature yields, The harvest waving o’er the fields, The cheering light, refreshing shower, Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.
4 At thy command the vernal bloom Revives the world from winter’s gloom; The summer’s heat the fruit matures, And autumn all her treasures pours.
5 From thee proceed domestic ties, Connubial bliss, parental joys; On thy support the nations stand, Obedient to thy high command.
6 Let every power of heart and tongue Unite to swell the grateful song; While age and youth in chorus join, And praise the Majesty divine.
1246 L. M. Offer unto God thanksgiving. Psalm 50:14.
Thanks be to him who built the hills; Thanks be to him the streams who fills; Thanks be to him who lights each star That sparkles in the blue afar.
2 Thanks be to him who makes the morn, And bids it glow with beams new-born; Who draws the shadows of the night, Like curtains, o’er our wearied sight.
3 Thanks be to him who sheds abroad, Within our hearts, the love of God— The spirit of all truth and peace, Fountain of joy and holiness.
1247 7s. Praise for deliverance and peace.
Peace! the welcome sound proclaim; Dwell with rapture on the theme; Loud, still louder swell the strain; Peace on earth, good-will to men!
2 Breezes! whispering soft and low, Gently murmur as ye blow, Now, when war and discord cease, Praises to the God of peace.
3 Ocean’s billows, far and wide Rolling in majestic pride! Loud, still louder swell the strain; Peace on earth! good-will to men.
4 Vocal songsters of the grove, Sweetly chant in notes of love, Now, when war and discord cease, Praises to the God of peace.
5 Mortals, who these blessings feel! Christians, who before him kneel! Loud, still louder swell the strain; Peace on earth, good-will to men!
1248 P. M. Magnify him with thanksgiving. Psalm 69:30.
Let every heart rejoice and sing; Let choral anthems rise; Ye reverend men, and children, bring To God your sacrifice; For he is good—the Lord is good, And kind are all his ways; With songs and honors sounding loud, The Lord Jehovah praise; While the rocks and the rills, While the vales and the hills, A glorious anthem raise, Let each prolong the grateful song, And the God of our fathers praise.
2 He bids the sun to rise and set; In heaven his power is known; And earth, subdued to him, shall yet Bow low before his throne; For he is good—the Lord is good, And kind are all his ways, etc.
1249 7s. The memory of thy great goodness. Psalm 145:7.
Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ.
2 For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield; For the vine’s exalted juice, For the generous olive’s use:
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain; Yellow sheaves of ripened grain; Clouds that drop their fattening dews; Suns that temperate warmth diffuse:
4 All that Spring with bounteous hand Scatters o’er the smiling land; All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o’erflowing stores:
5 These to thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
1250 6s & 4s. He shall bless thee in the land. Deut. 28:8.
God bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand Through storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might.
2 For her our prayer shall rise To God, above the skies; On him we wait: Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry, God save the State!
1251 6s & 4s. National hymn.
My country! ’tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died; Land of the pilgrim’s pride; From every mountain-side Let freedom ring.
2 My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above.
3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom’s song; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathes partake, Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.