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!
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
With peace our borders bless,
Our cities with prosperity,
Our fields with plenteousness.
3 Unite us in the sacred love
Of knowledge, truth, and thee,
And let our hills and valleys chant
The songs of liberty.
4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee
Our country we commend;
Be thou her refuge, and her trust,
Her everlasting friend.
GOD bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of winds and wave!
Do thou our country save,
By thy great might.
2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God, above the skies;
On him we wait:
Thou, who art ever nigh,
Guardian with watchful eye!
To thee aloud we cry,
God save the state!
GOD, most mighty, sovereign Lord,
By the heavenly hosts adored!
God of nations, King of kings,
Head of all created things!
2 By thy saints with joy confessed,
God o'er all for ever blest!
Lo! we come before thy throne,
In our Saviour's name alone.
3 On our fields of grass and grain,
Drop, O Lord! the kindly rain;
O'er our wide and goodly land,
Crown the labors of each hand.
4 Let thy kind protection be
O'er our commerce on the sea;
Open, Lord! thy bounteous hand,
Bless thy people, bless our land.
5 Let, O Lord! our rulers be
Men that love and honor thee;
Let the powers, by thee ordained,
Be in righteousness maintained.
6 In the people's hearts increase
Love of piety and peace;
Thus, united we shall stand,
One wide, free, and happy land.
GREAT God of nations, now to thee,
Our hymn of gratitude we raise;
That thou hast made this nation free,
We offer thee our song of praise.
2 Thy name we bless, almighty God,
For all the kindness thou hast shown
To this fair land, by pilgrims trod,
This land we fondly call our own.
3 We praise thee, that the gospel's light
Through all our land its radiance sheds,
Dispels the shades of error's night,
And heavenly blessings round us spreads.
AUSPICIOUS morning, hail!
Voices, from hill and vale,
Thy welcome sing:
Joy on thy dawning breaks;
Each heart that joy partakes,
While cheerful music wakes,
Its praise to bring.
2 Peace on this day abide,
From morn till eventide;
Wake tuneful song;
Melodious accents raise;
Let every heart, with praise,
Bring high and grateful lays,
Rich, full, and strong.
LORD, my times are in thy hand,
Be they then at thy command;
Let me live to thee alone,
Then the sting of death is
2 Whither should I, sinner, flee,
Lord, for shelter, but to thee?
Thou hast gone before, in grace,
To prepare a resting-place.
3 Bearing my sins' heavy load,
All thy steps were marked with blood,
From the garden to the cross,
Suffering to retrieve our loss.
4 By thy bitter agony,
By thy life poured out for me,
Oh, let me, a sinner, find
In my God a friend most kind.
THERE is a time, we know not when,
A point, we know not where,
Which marks the destiny of men
To glory or despair.
2 There is a line, by us unseen,
That crosses every path,
The hidden boundary between
God's patience and his wrath.
3 How far may we go on in sin?
How long will God forbear?
Where does hope end, and where begin
The confines of despair?
4 An answer from the skies is sent:
Ye who from God depart,
While it is called to-day, repent,
And harden not your heart."
ONE Sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er;
I'm nearer my home to-day
Than I ever have been before.
2 Nearer my Father's house,
Where the many mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea.
3 Nearer the bound of life,
Where we lay our burdens down,
Nearer leaving the cross,
Nearer gaining the crown.
4 But the waves of that silent sea
Roll dark before my sight,
That brightly the other side
Break on a shore of light.
5 Oh, if my mortal feet
Have almost gained the brink,
If it be I am nearer home,
Even to-day than I think;
6 Father! perfect my trust,
Let my spirit feel in death
That her feet are firmly set
On the rock of a living faith.
WHETHER the period of this life
Be long or short, we know
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