I OUR year of grace is wearing to its close, 2 All through the months hath beamed Thy cheering light, Through every cloud Thy blesséd Sun hath shone: Earth may be dark to them that walk by sight, 3 Light us in life, that we may see Thy will, The track Thy Hand hath ordered for our way; 4 Praise be to God from earth's remotest coast, From lands and seas, and each created race; Praise from the worlds His hand hath launched in space; Praise from the Church, and from the Heavenly Host; Praise to the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! MOSCOW. P. M. 932 I GOD, the All-Terrible! Thou who ordainest 2 God, the Omnipotent! Mighty Avenger, Save us in mercy, oh save us from danger; 3 God, the All-Merciful! earth hath forsaken 4 So will Thy people, with thankful devotion, Praise Him who saved them from peril and sword, Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean, Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord! BETHUNE. L. M. 6 lines. 933 I LIKE Israel's host to exile driven, Till on these savage shores they trod, 2 Then, when their weary ark found rest, Another Zion proudly grew, In more than Judah's glory dressed, With light that Israel never knew: From sea to sea her empire spread, Her temple Heaven, and Christ her Head. 3 Then let the grateful church, to-day, Its ancient rite with gladness keep; 3 Faith of our fathers! we will love And still our fathers' God display His kindness, though the fathers sleep: Oh, bless, as thou hast blessed the past, While earth, and time, and heaven shall last! Both friend and foe in all our strife; And preach thee too, as love knows how, By kindly words and virtuous life: Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith! We will be true to thee till death. TULFORD. 7s. Double. B 935 I CHRIST, by heavenly hosts adored, 2 By Thyself, the Source of grace, 3 From all public sin and shame, 4 On our fields of grass and grain 5 Let our rulers ever be Men that love and honor Thee; One wide, free, and happy land! 6 God the Father, let Thy love |