2 On our fields of grass and grain
Send, O Lord, the kindly rain;
O'er our wide and goodly land
Crown the labors of each hand.
Let Thy kind protection be
O'er our commerce on the sea:
Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand,
Bless Thy people, bless our land.
3 Let our rulers ever be
Men that love and honor Thee;
Let the powers by Thee ordained
Be in righteousness maintained;
In the people's hearts increase
Love of piety and peace;
Thus united we shall stand
One wide, free, and happy land.
PRAISE, O praise our God and King!
Hymns of adoration sing;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
2 Praise Him that He made the sun
Day by day his course to run;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
3 And the silver moon by night,
Shining with her gentle light;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
4 Praise Him that He gave the rain
To mature the swelling grain;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
5 And hath bid the fruitful field
Crops of precious increase yield;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
6 Praise Him for our harvest store,
He hath filled the garner floor;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
7 And for richer food than this,.
Pledge of everlasting bliss;
For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
8 Glory to our bounteous King,
Glory let creation sing;
Glory to The Father, Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One!
PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of ev'ry joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ;
All to Thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow.
2 All the plenty summer pours;
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores;
Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
3 Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss, and public wealth,
Knowledge with its gladdening streams,.
Pure religion's holier beams:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
4 As Thy prospering hand hath blest,
May we give Thee of our best;
And by deeds of kindly love
For Thy mercies grateful prove;
Singing thus through all our days,
Praise to God, immortal praise.
SWELL the anthem, raise the song,
Praises to our God belong;
Saints and angels join to sing
Praises to the heavenly King.
Blessings from His liberal hand
Flow around this happy land.
Kept by Him, no foes annoy;
Peace and freedom we enjoy.
2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway
May we cheerfully obey;
Never feel oppression's rod,
Ever own and worship God.
Hark! the voice of nature sings
Praises to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,
And the grateful notes prolong.
O BLESS, Thou heavenly Potentate, With wisdom, strength, the powers of
That wrong and violence may cease,
And Church and home abide in peace.
2 Bless rich and poor, the great and
Both friend and foe; Lord, bless Thou all
The family on earth in love,
And fit all for Thy home above.
3 Thus, with Thy blessing on each hand,
Will peace and plenty fill the land,
And righteousness spring from the earth,
And life below have higher worth.
4 All praise to Thee, O King of kings,
Whose grace to us such blessings brings;
Thee, with the Father, we adore,
And Holy Ghost, forevermore.
WHAT our Father does is well:
Blessed truth His children tell!
Though He send, for plenty, want,
Though the harvest-store be scant,
Yet we rest upon His love,
Seeking better things above.
2 What our Father does is well:
Shall the willful heart rebel
If a blessing He withhold
In the field, or in the fold?
Is He not Himself to be
All our store eternally?
3 What our Father does is well: Though He sadden hill and dell, Upward yet our praises rise
For the strength His Word supplies.
He has called us sons of God;-
Can we murmur at His rod?
4 What our Father does is well:
May the thought within us dwell;
Though nor milk nor honey flow,
In our barren Canaan now,
God can save us in our need,
God can bless us, God can feed.
5 Therefore unto Him we raise
Hymns of glory, songs of praise;
To the Father and the Son
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Honor, might, and glory be,
Now and through eternity.
LORD, while for all mankind we pray,
Of every clime and coast,
Oh, hear us for our native land.
The land we love the most.
2 Oh, guard our shores from every foe,
With peace our borders bless,
With prosperous times our cities crown,
Our fields with plenteousness.
3 Unite us in the sacred love
Of knowledge, truth and Thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty.
4 Here may religion, pure and mild, Smile on our Sabbath hours; And piety and virtue bless
The home of us and ours.
5 Lord of the nations, thus to Thee
Our country we commend;
Be Thou her Refuge and her Trust,
Her everlasting Friend.
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