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5 And thus we come, O God, to-day,
And all our woes before Thee lay;
Peril and foes on every hand.
Absolve us through Thy boundless grace;
Free us at last from every ill.
Once more with joy give thanks to Thee,
Miss Winkworth. 1858. a.
Tr. Paul Eber. 1547. 534 PSALM 20.
L. M. 1 Now may the God of power and grace
Attend His people's humble cry!
And brings deliverance from on high.
Better than shields or brazen walls;
Succor and strength when Zion calls.
And in the name of Israel's God
Our navies spread their flags abroad.
And some of chariots make their boasts ;
From Thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts.
Now let our hope be firm and strong,
S. M. 1 Let God, the mighty God,
The Lord of hosts, arise,
And rend and bow the skies!
Savior, appear below,
And quell Thy people's foe.
In danger's darkest hour,
With full redeeming power:
In glad triumphant strains,
The Lord forever reigns !
Our fathers us have told
And in the times of old:
Whom Thou hast chose for Thine,
C. Wesley. 1759.
God of unwearied Love,
Our danger to remove:
Thy wonted aid we claim;
But in Thy saving Name!
Our lives are hid with Thine,
Our hairs are numbered all,
One worthless sparrow fall.
And shall a kingdom fail,
O'er heaven and earth and hell ?
In patience we possess
Whate'er our God decrees.
The thunder of Thy power,
Thy Truth and Love adore.
O may we fly to Thee,
Our life and liberty.
O let us hold Thee fast,
C. Wesley. 1759. a.
78. 1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the Love that crowns our days!
Let Thy praise our tongues employ!
For the stores the gardens yield;
3 All that Spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
From her overflowing stores:
Source whence all our blessings flow!
Anna Letitia Barbauld. 1795. 538
L. M. 1 O GRACIOUS Hand that freely gives
The fruits of earth, our toil to bless!
0 let our tongues that Love confess! 2 Our God for all our need provides,
His sun alike o'er all doth shine;
So willeth Love supreme, divine. 3 Again this Love our garners fills;
This Love again let all adore:
Who biddeth all His Name implore. 4 0 may our lives through grace abound
In holy fruits, and Thee proclaim !
Thy gracious hand, Thy wondrous Name. 5 Lord, when Thou shalt descend from heaven, Thy ransomed harvest here to
reap : O in that day Thy joy be given
To us, who now go forth to weep. 6 May none reject affliction's hour,
May none disdain in tears to sow:
Unknoron. 1848. a.
539 Was Gott thut, das ist wohlgethan.
1 WHAT our Father does is well :
Blesséd truth His children tell!
Seeking better things above.
Shall the wilful heart rebel?
All our Store eternally?
Though He sadden hill and dell,
4 What our Father does is well :
M: the thought within us dwell.
5 Therefore unto Him we raise
Hymns of glory, songs of praise :