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On the Fifth of November

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #121 (1780) First Line: To thee, Almighty God, we bring Lyrics: To thee, Almighty God, we bring The humble tribute of our songs: O teach our thankful hearts to sing! Or praise will languish on our tongues. While Britain (favour'd of the skies) Recalls the wonders God hath wrought; Let grateful joy adoring rise, And warm to rapture every thought. When hell and Rome combin'd their pow'r, And doom'd these isles their certain prey; Thy hand forbade the fatal hour, Their impious plots in ruin lay. Again our restless cruel foes Resum'd, avow'd, their black design; Again to save us God arose, And Britain own'd the hand divine. Why, gracious God, is Britain sav'd? Why blest with liberty and light? Nor by fell tyranny enslav'd, Nor lost in superstition's night? Not for our sakes, we conscious own; A wretched, vile, ungrateful race: 'Tis done to make thy glory known; To shew the wonders of thy grace. The wonders of thy grace compleat; Reform this wretched, guilty land! Let thankful love, beneath thy feet, Confess thy kind, thy guardian hand! Let every age adore thy name, While nature's circling wheels shall roll! Thy mercies every tongue proclaim, And sound thy praise from pole to pole. Languages: English

On a day of prayer for success in war

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #123 (1780) First Line: Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare Lyrics: Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare Look up to thy divine abode? Or offer their imperfect prayer Before a just, a holy God? Bright terrors guard thy awful seat, And dazling glories veil thy face! Yet mercy calls us to thy feet, Thy throne is still a throne of grace. O may our souls thy grace adore, May Jesus plead our humble claim; While thy protection we implore, In his prevailing, glorious name. With all the boasted pomp of war In vain we dare the hostile field: In vain, unless the Lord be there; Thy arm alone is Britain's shield. Let past experience of thy care Support our hope, our trust invite! Again attend our humble prayer, Again be thy mercy thy delight! Our arms succeed, our councils guide, Let thy right hand our cause maintain; 'Till war's destructive rage subside, And peace resume her gentle reign. O when shall time the period bring When raging war shall waste no more; When peace shall stretch her balmy wing From Europe's coast to India's shore? When shall the gospel's healing ray (Kind source of amity divine!) Spread o'er the world celestial day? When shall the nations, Lord, be thine? Languages: English

Hymn for a day of public thanksgiving for peace

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #125 (1780) First Line: Great God inspire each heart and tongue Lyrics: Great God inspire each heart and tongue Thy wondrous goodness to proclaim; And bid the animating song Glow with devotion's lively flame. To thee let favour'd Britain raise Her sweetest notes of thankful praise. But where shall we begin to trace The wonders of thy hand divine? In every season, every place How numerous and how bright they shine. To God ye favour'd Britons raise Your sweetest notes of thankful praise. Abroad, protection and success Proclaim'd that Britain's God was there; At home, he bade fair plenty bless, The fruitful fields confess'd his care; To God ye favour'd Britons raise Your sweet notes of thankful praise. But yet beneath the hostile sword Has many a worthy patriot bled, And many a mourning heart deplor'd A friend, a son, a brother dead! The sword is sheath'd—ye Britons raise To God your sweetest notes of praise. The horrors of the sanguine field Which sadden'd victory's fairest plume, To scenes of pleasure now shall yield And peace her gentle reign resume. To God ye favour'd Britons raise Your sweetest notes of thankful praise. Kind peace, from her propitious smiles What numerous, various blessings flow! Great God, to thee these happy isles Unnumber'd obligations owe. To thee let favour'd Britain raise Her sweetest notes of thankful praise. Crown, gracious God, thy gift of peace With gifts yet nobler, more divine! O let thy all-prevailing grace Make Britain more entirely thine! Devotion then to thee shall raise Sublimer notes of thankful praise. Languages: English

To — on the death of her father

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #127 (1780) First Line: Though nature's voice you must obey Lyrics: Though nature's voice you must obey, Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow, That hand, which takes your joys away, That sovereign hand can heal your woe. And while your mournful thoughts deplore The parent gone, remov'd the friend! With hearts resign'd, his grace adore, On whom your nobler hopes depend. Does he not bid his children rise Through death's dark shades, to realms of light? Yet, when he calls them to the skies, Shall fond survivors mourn their flight? His word (here let your soul rely) Immortal consolation gives: Your heavenly Father cannot die, Jesus the friend, for ever lives. O be that dearest friend your trust, On his almighty arm recline; He, when your comforts sink in dust, Can give you comforts more divine. Languages: English

To an infant three weeks old

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #129 (1780) First Line: Can I bid thee, lovely stranger Lyrics: Can I bid thee, lovely stranger, Welcome to a world of care? Where attends thee many a danger, Where awaits thee many a snare? Hence, away, ye dark surmizes, Hope presents a fairer scene; Many a blooming pleasure rises, Many a sunbeam shines serene. O may providence defend thee! Circled in its guardian arms, Dangers may in vain attend thee, Safe amid surrounding harms. Shall I wish the world caressing? Wish thee pleasure, grandeur, wealth? No—but many a nobler blessing; Wisdom, virtue, friendship, health. May'st thou know the gracious donor, Early know, and love and praise! Then shall real wealth and honour, Peace and pleasure crown thy days. Languages: English

Breathing After God

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #130 (1780) First Line: Where is my God? does he retire Lyrics: Where is my God? does he retire Beyond the reach of humble sighs? Are these weak breathings of desire Too languid to ascend the skies? Where is my God? can he be mine And yet so long conceal his face? And must I every joy resign Nor hope for his returning grace? Hence guilty diffidence depart, His goodness never can decline; He sees this weak, this trembling heart That yet aspires to call him mine. He hears the breathings of desire, The weak petition if sincere, Is not forbidden to aspire, And hope to reach his gracious ear. Look up my soul with cheerful eye, See where the great redeemer stands, The glorious advocate on high, With precious incense in his hands. He sweetens every humble groan, He recommends each broken prayer; Recline thy hope on him alone, Whose power and love forbid despair. Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord, With stronger faith to call thee mine, Bid me pronounce the blissful word, My father God with joy divine. Languages: English

Filial Submission

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #132 (1780) First Line: And can my heart aspire so high Lyrics: And can my heart aspire so high, To say, "my Father God!" Lord at thy feet I fain would lie, And learn to kiss the rod. I would submit to all thy will, For thou art good and wise; Let every anxious thought be still, Nor one faint murmur rise. Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, And bid me wait serene; Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, And brighten all the scene. My father—O permit my heart, To plead her humble claim, And ask the liss those words impart In my Redeemer's name. Scripture: Hebrews 12:7 Languages: English

Humble Trust

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #133 (1780) First Line: Why should my pining spirit be Lyrics: Why should my pining spirit be So long a stranger to my Lord, When promises divinely free, Invite me in his sacred word? Does he not bid the weary come, And call the wretched sons of grief, To him their refuge and their home, Their heavenly friend, their sure relief? Yes by the kindest, tenderest names, My Lord invites my humble trust; My diffidence he gently blames, How soft the censure and how just. This trembling frame worn out with pains On thee my guardian God depends; And while my fainting heart complains, To thee the plaintive groan ascends. Though all the powers of nature fail, And life's pale trembling lamp decline; Thy grace can bid my faith prevail, Can give me fortitude divine. That grace which bids my hope aspire Can every anxious fear remove, Can give me all my soul's desire, The full assurance of thy love. Languages: English

Hymn to Jesus

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #134 (1780) First Line: Shall loyal nations hail the day Lyrics: Shall loyal nations hail the day,* That crowns their king with loud acclaim? And shall not saints their homage pay, To their beloved Saviour's name? Ye saints, resound in joyful strains, Jesus, the King of glory reigns! Jesus who vanquish'd all your foes, Who came to save, who reigns to bless, From him your every comfort flows, Life, liberty, and joy, and peace. Resound, resound in joyful strains, Jesus, the King of glory reigns! Yes, thou art worthy dearest Lord, Of universal endless praise; With every power to be ador'd, That men or angels e'er can raise. Let heaven and earth unite their strains, Jesus, the King of glory reigns! But earth, nor heaven can e'er proclaim, The boundless glories of their king; Yet must our hearts adore his name, Dear name, whence all our blessings spring! Resound, resound in joyful strains, Jesus the King of glory reigns! How mean the tribute mortals pay, How cold the heart, how faint the tongue; But Lord thy coronation day, Shall tune a more exalted song; Resounding in immortal strains, Jesus the King of glory reigns! He comes, he comes, with triumph crown'd, In dazzling robes of light array'd, Faith views the splendor dawning round, Earth's fairest lustre sinks in shade. Resound, resound in joyful strains, Jesus the King of glory reigns! Languages: English

The King of Saints

Hymnal: MPVP1780 #136 (1780) First Line: Come, ye that love the Savior's name Lyrics: Come, ye that love the Savior's name, And joy to make it known: The sovereign of your hearts proclaim, And bow before his throne. Behold your King, your Savior crown'd With glories all divine; And tell the wondering nations round How bright those glories shine. While majesty's effulgent blaze Surrounds his awful brow; E'en angels tremble as they gaze, And veil'd adoring bow. But love attempers every ray, Love, how divinely sweet! That stoops to view the sons of clay, And calls them to his feet! Infinite power and boundless grace, In him unite their rays: You that have e'er beheld his face, Can you forbear his praise? When in his earthly courts we view The glories of our King; We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing. And shall we long to wish in vain? Lord teach our songs to rise! Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reach the skies. O happy period! glorious day! When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers the raptur'd lay, To celebrate thy praise. Languages: English