1 HYMN 107. L. M. For a public Fast in war, praying for peace. AR, horrid war, deep stain'd in blood, Still pours its havoc thro' our land; Almighty God, restrain the flood; Say "tis enough!" and stay thine hand. 2 Let peace descend with balmy wing, And all her blessings round us shed; Our liberties be well secur'd, And commerce lift its fainting head. 3 Let the loud cannon cease to roar, The warlike trump no longer sound; The din of arms be heard no more, Nor human blood pollute the ground. 4 Let hostile troops drop from their hands The useless sword, the glitt'ring spear; And join in friendship's sacred bands, Nor one dissentient voice be there. 5 Thus save, O Lord, a sinking land; Millions of tongues shall then adore, Resound the honours of thy name, And spread thy praise from shore to shore. 1 S HYMN 108. C. M. On a public Fast during national Judgments. 'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone, 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand Yet mercy spares this guilty land, 3 How chang'd, alas! For truths divine What impious numbers, bold in sin, 4 O! turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 5 Then, should insulting foes invade, HYMN 109. C. M. On a Fast day during Pestilence or general Sickness. 1 DEATH, with his dread commission seal'd, hastens to his arms; In awful state he takes the field, And sounds his dire alarms. 2 Attendant plagues around him throng, And pains, and dying groans, obey 3 With cruel force he scatters round 4 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, We'll not attempt a murm'ring word, 5 Yet, may we plead with humble cries, 6 In anger, Lord, rebuke us not, Withdraw these dreadful storms: Nor let thy fury grow so hot, 7 O! hear when dust and ashes speak, O! save us, for thy mercy's sake, HYMN 110. C. M. Thanksgiving for Victory. 1 TO thee, who reign'st supreme above, Thou God of wisdom, pow'r, and love, 2 The thund'ring horse, the martial band, And vict'ry flies at thy command 'Tis thou hast rais'd our honours high, 4 Their mounds, their camps, their lofty tow'rs Into our hands are giv'n; Not from desert nor strength of ours, 5 The Lord of hosts, our Helper, lives; "Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives; He grants his people rest. HYMN 111. L. M. Thanksgiving for national Peace. GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies, 2 When angry nations rush to arms, And rage, and noise, and tumult reign; 3 Thy Sov'reign eye looks calmly down, 4 Then peace returns with balmy wing, 5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord, 6 To thee we pay our grateful songs, 1 O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues, Confess thy goodness and adore! HYMN 112. C. M. Thanksgiving for Health after Pestilence. And, since we've smarted by thy rod, 2 To thee in our distress we cried, And thou hast bow'd thine ear; We may record our solemn vows, 4 Praise to the Lord, who staid the sword, And said, "it is enough;" Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints 5 Our God, in thine appointed hour Where pain, and sickness, fear and death 6 There, while the nations of the bless'd, HYMN 113. C. M. Complaint and hope in Sickness. 1ORD, I am pain'd; but I resign 2 Dark are thy ways of providence, 3 Yet nature may have leave to speak, Lest the o'erburden'd heart should break 4 These mournful groans and flowing tears, 5 Is not some smiling hour at hand, |