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mighty hand, And guard and
2 Arise, O Lord of hosts;
Be jealous for Thy Name,
The sins that put to shame:
And rule in righteousness:
2 From all unrest by envy bred, From all assaults by passion led, From anarchy with banners red,
Good Lord, defend and save.
662 (ELLIOTT) 22.214.171.124.
1 From hands that would our land de-
From selfish greed and grasping power,
From pleasure's flooding wave;
hear our lowly cry, And hide not Thou Thy face: O Lord, stretch forth Thy De
mer - cy
Rev. John B. Dykes 1862
and for grace:
fa ther land.
4 The Church of Thy dear Son
O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand,
Bishop W. Walsham How, 1871
3 Let power and justice side by side Bring civil peace and civic pride; Still may the ancient order bide
Of law and liberty.
4 Keep firm the bond of brotherhood, Keep green the memory of the good, Defend the ramparts, where they stood,
With men who trust in Thee. Rev. Louis F. Benson, 1910 (Suggested by Bishop Heber, 1827)
663 MENDON L. M.
1 O Lord of hosts, Al- might -y King,
2 Wake in our breasts the living fires,
3 Be Thou a pillared flame to show
To ev-ery arm Thy strength im-part; Thy Spirit shed through ev
ery heart. AMEN.
God of all nations, Sovereign Lord,
5 From treason's rent, from murder's stain,
Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1861
Arr. from Lowell Mason, 1859
1 From hands that would our land deflower, From selfish greed and grasp-ing power,
From wil ful waste of freedom's dower, From plea-sure's flood-ing wave; A - MEN.
664 QUEBEC L. M.
Ob 3 2564
10 God of love, O King of peace, Make wars throughout the world to cease;
2 Remember, Lord, Thy works of old,
The wrath of sin ful man re-strain; Give peace, O God, give peace a-gain. A - MEN.
1 God bless Our na
tive land; Firm may she
None ever called on Thee in vain;
Rev. Sir Henry W. Baker, Bart., 1861
Lowell Mason, 1832
Henry Baker, 1862
665 AMERICA 126.96.36.199.6.6.4.
1 My coun try, 'tis
O 3 64
Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride,
moun tain side
2 My native country, thee,
3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake;
of of thee, Sweet land
666 (DORT) 188.8.131.52.6.6.4.
1 God bless our native land;
Through storm and night:
"Thesaurus Musicus," 1740, 1745
Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.
4 Our fathers' God, to Thee,
To Thee we sing:
2 For her our prayers shall rise
Thou who art ever nigh,
Rev. Samuel F. Smith, 1832
Siegfried A. Mahlmann, 1815: the 1st 5 lines trans. by Rev. Charles T. Brooks, c. 1833; the remainder by Rev. John S. Dwight, 1844
na - tions, hear our prayer, While at Thy feet we
10 ris en Lord up on
For other Hymns, see 83, 138, 399, 400, 407, 533, 678.
The Scottish Psalter, 1615
To Thee for mer - cy
To Thee we looked, to Thee we cried,
5 With one consent we meekly bow
6 With pitying eye behold our need,
Rev. John H. Gurney, 1838
the throne, For ev
Virgil C. Taylor, 1847
mind-ful of Thine own,
Now seal with Thy right hand of power The cove-nants of this holy hour. A-MEN