Remembrance of our Fathers.
1 IN pleasant lands have fallen the lines That bound our goodly heritage,
And safe beneath our sheltering vines
Our youth is blest, and soothed our age.
2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due,
That thou didst plant our fathers here,
And watch and guard them as they grew,
A vineyard, to the Planter dear.
3 The toils they bore, our ease have wrought;
They sowed in tears -in joy we reap ;
The birthright they so dearly bought
We'll guard, 'till we with them shall sleep.
4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
In weal and woe through all the past,
Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,
While here their name and race shall last.
6 & 4s M. S. F. SMITH.
National Hymn.
1 My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' 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 breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break, —
The sound prolong.
4 Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King.
1 GREAT Framer of unnumbered worlds,
And whom unnumbered worlds adore,
Whose goodness all thy creatures share,
While nature trembles at thy power,
2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;
And man, who moves the lord of earth,
Acts but the part assigned by thee.
3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid,
To thee we raise the humble cry;
Thine altar is the contrite heart,
Thine incense, a repentant sigh.
4 O, may our land, in this her hour,
Confess thy hand, and bless the rod,
By penitence make thee her Friend,
And find in thee a guardian God!
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 stamped on human kind
The image of a heaven-born mind,
And in a Father's wide embrace
Hast cherished all the kindred race,
3 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.
4 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!"
In Times of Distress and Danger.
1 O GOD, that mad'st the earth and sky, The darkness and the day,
Give ear to this thy family,
And help us when we pray;
For wide the waves of bitterness
Around our vessel roar,
And heavy grows the pilot's heart,
To view the rocky shore.
2 The cross our Master bore for us,
For him we fain would bear;
But mortal strength to weakness turns,
And courage to despair:
Then, mercy on our failings, Lord;
Our sinking faith renew;
And when his sorrows visit us,
O, send his patience too.
Temperance Hymn.
1 LET the still air rejoice,
Be every youthful voice
Blended in one;
While we renew our strain
To Him, with joy, again,
Who sends the evening rain
And morning sun.
2 His hand in beauty gives
Each flower and plant that lives,
Each sunny rill;
Springs, which our footsteps meet,
Fountains, our lips to greet,
Waters, whose taste is sweet,
On rock and hill.
3 Each summer bird that sings Drinks from dear Nature's springs Her early dew;
And the refreshing shower
Falls on each herb and flower,
Giving it life and power,
Fragrant and new.
4 So let each faithful child
Drink of this fountain mild,
From early youth;
Then shall the song we raise,
Be heard in future days,-
Ours be the pleasant ways
Of peace and truth.
5 Now let each heart and hand,
Of all this youthful band,
United move,
Till on the mountain's brow,
And in the vale below,
Our land may ever glow
With peace and love.
Sunday Evening. For a Child.
1 AGAIN we've seen the Sabbath day,
And heard of Jesus and of heaven :
We thank thee, Father, and we pray
That this day's sins may be forgiven.
2 May all we heard and understood
Be well remembered through the week,
And help to make us wise and good,
More humble, diligent, and meek.
1 LORD, teach a little child to pray;
And O, accept my prayer:
Thou canst hear all the words I say,
For thou art every where.
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