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of mercy, do thou never From our offering turn away, But command a blessing ever On the memory of this day. 2 Light and peace do thou ordain it; O'er it be no shadow flung, Let no deadly darkness stain it, And no clouds be o'er it hung. 3 May the song this people raises, And its vows to thee addressed, Mingle with the prayers and praises, That thou hearest from the blest. 4 When the lips are cold that sing thee, And the hearts that love thee dust, Father, then our souls shall bring thee Holier love and firmer trust. 845. C. M. Aspland's Coll. The Virtuous Love of Country. 1 Parent of all, omnipotent! In heaven and earth below! Through all creation's vast extent Whose streams of goodness flow: 2 Teach me to know from whence I rose, And unto what designed; No private aims may I propose, That injure human kind. 3 To hear my country's lawful voice May my best thoughts incline; 'Tis reason's law, 'tis virtue's choice, 'Tis nature's call, and thine. 4 Me from fair freedom's sacred cause May nothing e'er divide; Nor grandeur, gold, nor vain applause, Nor friendship false, misguide. 5 To duty, honor, virtue true, In all my country's weal, Let me my public walk pursue: So, God, thy favor deal. 846. 6s. & 4s. M. S. F. Smith. Anniversary Hymn. 1 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 Long o'er our native hills, Long by our shaded rills, May freedom rest; Long may our shores have peace, Our flag grace every breeze, Our ships the distant seas, From east to west. 3 Peace on this day abide, From morn till even-tide; Wake tuneful song; Melodious accents raise; Let every heart, with praise, Bring high and grateful lays, Rich, full, and strong. 847. 6s. & 4s. M. J. G. Adams. The Same. 1 Loud raise the notes of joy; Freemen, your songs employ, As well ye may;-- Let your full hearts go out In the exulting shout, And with your praise devout, Greet this glad day! 2 Childr
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