5 While, roused by difcord's fell alarms, The headlong nations rufh to arms; Here God afferts his milder fway, The vengeful fword finds here no prey. 6 Such, Britain, is thy favour'd land, Such mercies do our praise demand: O God, how much we owe to thee! How bafe a thanklefs heart must be! I 2 3 4 CCCLXXVII. Proper Metre. STEELE. National Thanksgiving for Peace. Reat God, infpire each heart and tongue Thy wonderous goodness to proclaim; And bid the animating song Glow with devotion's lively flame., But where shall we begin to trace In every feason, every place, How numerous, and how bright they fhine. Abroad, protection and fuccefs Proclaimed that Britain's God was there; But yet beneath the hoftile fword And 5 6 7 2 And many a mourning heart deplored The fword is fheathed-Ye Britons raise The horrors of the fanguine field, Bleft peace, from her propitious fmiles. To thee let favoured Britain raise Crown, gracious God, thy gift of peace And thus each British heart be thine! CCCLXXVIII. Long Metre. STEELE. National Supplication in War. LLBDK how thy wiitched finners dare Look up to thy divine abode? Or offer their unhallowed prayer Majefty guards thy awful feat, 3 4 5 With all the boasted pomp of war Let paft experience of thy care Our arms fucceed, our councils guide, Thy providence our cause maintain; Till war's deftructive rage fubfide, And peace refume her gentle reign. 6 O when shall time the period bring When raging war fhall wafte no more; When peace shall ftretch her balmy wing From Albion's coaft to India's fhore? 7 I When fhall the gofpel's healing ray, Kind fource of amity divine, Spread o'er the world celeflial day? When shall the nations, Lord, be thine? CCCLXXIX. Common Metre. WATTS. The Fifth of November. OD, who o'er all creation rules GOD The deadly ruin turned aside, 2 Their impious views infulted God; He flung confufion on their plots, 3 Their 3 Their fecret fires in darknefs lay, But darkness meditates in vain Their mifchiefs with them die. 5 Almighty grace defends our land I CCCLXXX. Long Metre. STEELE. W The fame. HILE Britain, favoured of the skies, The nation's gratitude fhould rife, And warm to rapture every thought. 2 When Hell and Rome combined their power, 3 4 Again our unrelenting foes And Britain owned the hand divine. Why, gracious God, is Britain faved? Nor by fell tyranny enslaved, 5 Not for ourselves alone, we own; CCCLXXXI. TH Common Metre. WATTS, The LORD's Day. HIS is the day the Lord has made, 2 To day he rose, and left the dead, To day the faints his triumph fpread, 3 Hofannah to th' anointed King, Next to our God thy love we fing, 4 Yes! bleft be he who comes to men With meffages of grace; Who comes in God his Father's name To fave our finful race. 5 Hofanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raife! The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Common |