ove
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.
838. L. M. 6l. H. Ware, Jr.
The God of our Fathers.
1 Like Israel's hosts to exile driven,
Across the flood the pilgrims fled;
Their hands bore up the ark of Heaven,
And Heaven their trusting footsteps led,
Till on these savage shores they trod,
And won the wilderness for God.
2 Then, where their weary ark found rest,
Another Zion proudly grew;
In more than Judah's glory dressed,
With light that Israel never knew.
From sea to sea her empire spread,
Her temple Heaven, and Christ her head.
3 Then let the grateful church, to-day
Its ancient rite with gladness keep;
And still our fathers' God display
His kindness, though the fathers sleep.
O, bless, as thou hast blessed the past,
While earth, and time, and heaven shall last.
839. C. M. Watts.
"Thou shall teach them to thy children."
1 Let children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old:
Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.
2 He bids us make his glories known--
His works of power and grace;
And we'll convey his wonders down
To every rising race.
3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs;
That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.
4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone
Their hope securely stands;
That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practise his commands.
840. L. M. Flint.
"We have a goodly heritage."
1 In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
That bound our goodly heritage,
And safe beneath our sheltering vines
Our youth is blest, and soothed our age.
2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due,
That thou didst plant our fathers here;
And watch and guard them as they grew,
A vineyard, to the planter dear.
3 The toils they bore, our ease have wrought;
They sowed in tears--in
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