1 Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear
Propitious to his people's prayer,
And, tho' deliverance long delay,
Answers in his well chosen day.
2 Salvation doth to God belong;
His power and grace shall be our song,
The tribute of our love we bring,
To thee our Saviour, and our King!
3 Our temples guarded from the flame,
Shall echo thy triumphant name;
And every peaceful private home;
To thee a temple shall become.
4 Still be it our supreme delight,
To walk us in thy honor'd sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
'till life's last hour to persevere.
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First Line: | Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear |
Title: | Thanksgiving for national deliverance |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | Fasts and Thanksgiving |
Source: | Rippon's Coll. |
Notes: | Public Domain. |