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Peace! the welcome sound proclaim

Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #761 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: The Christian Nation At Peace Lyrics: 1 Peace! the welcome sound proclaim; Dwell with rapture on the theme: Loud, still louder, swell the strain-- Peace on earth, good-will to men! 2 Breezes, whisp'ring soft and low, Gently murmur as ye blow, Now, when war and discord cease, Praises to the God of peace. 3 Ocean's billows, far and wide, Rolling in majestic pride, Loud, still louder swell the strain-- Peace on earth, good-will to men!
Peace! the welcome sound proclaim
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No war nor battle's sound

Author: Dwight Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #762 (1873) Topics: The Christian Nation At Peace Lyrics: 1 No war nor battle's sound Was heard the earth around-- No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran; But peaceful was the night In which the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began. 2 No conqueror's sword he bore, Nor warlike armor wore, Nor haughty passions roused to contest wild; In peace and love he came, And gentle was the reign Which o'er the earth he spread by influence mild. 3 Unwilling kings obeyed, And sheathed the battle-blade, And called their bloody legions from the field; In silent awe they wait, And close the warrior's gate, Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield. 4 The peaceful Conqueror goes, And triumphs o'er his foes, His weapons drawn from armories above; Behold the vanquished sit Submissive at his feet, And strike and hate are changed to peace and love.
No war nor battle's sound
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God, to thee we humbly bow

Author: Boker Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #765 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: The Christian Nation In War Lyrics: 1 God, to thee we humbly bow, Hand unarmed and naked brow; Musket, lance, and sheathed sword At thy feet we lay, O Lord! Gone is all the soldier's boast In the valor of the host: Kneeling here, we do our most. 2 Of ourselves we nothing know: Thou and thou alone canst show, By the favor of thy hand, Who hast drawn the guilty brand. If our foemen have the right, Show thy judgments in our sight, Through the fortunes of the fight. 3 Now, O God, once more we rise, Marching on beneath thy eyes; And we draw the sacred sword In thy name and at thy word. May our spirits clearly see Thee through all that is to be, In defeat or victory.
God, to thee we humbly bow
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Sinners, the call obey

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #767 (1873) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Nation Fast-Day Lyrics: 1 Sinners, the call obey-- The latest call of grace; The day is come, the vengeful day Of a devoted race: Devils and men combine To plague the faithless seed, And phials full of wrath divine Are bursting on your head. 2 Enter into the Rock, Ye trembling slaves of sin-- The Rock of your salvation, struck And cleft to take you in: To shelter the distressed, He did the cross endure; Enter into the clefts, and rest In Jesus' wounds secure. Scripture: Isaiah 2:21
Sinners, the call obey
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Lord, on this sadly-solemn day

Author: S. W. Widney Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #769 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Nation Fast-Day Lyrics: 1 Lord, on this sadly-solemn day, We bow our souls--we fast and pray; Before our eyes our sins appear, And give us sorrow, shame, and fear. 2 Our private sins of heart and thought, Our words and deeds with errors fraught, Obnoxious to thy holiness, We mourn before thee, and confess. 3 The demon with the poisonous bowl That kills the body--damns the soul-- O'er bleeding bosoms stalks along, With maniac laugh and drunken song. 4 In vain they fast, they pray in vain, Who lift the hands that forget the chain To bind the body or the soul A slave to man or to the bowl. 5 Forgive us, Lord; regard us now, While here we pledge our solemn vow, To shun the vile oppressor's ways, And labor fallen man to raise.
Lord, on this sadly-solemn day
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Rejoice! the Lord is King; Your Lord and King adore

Author: J. Taylor Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #775 (1873) Topics: The Christian Nation Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 Rejoice! the Lord is King; Your Lord and King adore: Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 2 His wintry north winds blow, Loud tempests rush amain; Yet his thick showers of snow Defend the infant grain: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 3 He wakes the genial spring, Perfumes the balmy air; The vales their tribute bring, The promise of the year: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice: Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. 4 He leads the circling year; His faith the hills adorn; He fills the golden ear, And loads the field with corn; Oh, happy morning, raise your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 2:6
Rejoice! the Lord is King; Your Lord and King adore
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Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess

Author: Gibbon Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #776 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Nation Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess; Thy goodness we adore: A spring, whose blessings never fail; A sea without a shore! 2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest In every golden ray: Love draws the curtains of the night, And love brings back the day. 3 Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields; With joyful clusters loads the vines, With strengthening grain, the fields. 4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord, Is in the gospel seen; There, like a sun, thy mercy shines, Without a cloud between. 5 There pardon, peace, and holy joy Through Jesus' name are given; He on the cross was lifted high, That we might reign in heaven. Scripture: Psalm 33:5
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess
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Swell the anthem, raise the song

Author: Hartford Coll. Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #777 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: The Christian Nation Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 Swell the anthem, raise the song-- Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels join to sing Praise to heaven's almighty King. 2 Blessings from his liberal hand Pour around this happy land; Let our hearts, beneath his sway, Hail the bright, triumphant day. 3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, May we cheerfully obey; Never feel a tyrant's rod, Ever own and worship God. 4 Hark! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings; Let us join the choral song, And the heavenly notes prolong. Scripture: Psalm 147:14
Swell the anthem, raise the song
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God of the year! with songs of praise

Author: L. H. Sigourney Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #779 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Nation Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 God of the year! with songs of praise And hearts of love, we come to bless Thy bounteous hand, for thou hast shed Thy manna o'er our wilderness. 2 In early spring-time thou didst fling O'er earth its robe of blossoming; And its sweet treasures, day by day, Rose quickening in thy blessed ray. 3 God of the seasons! thou hast blest The land with sunlight and with showers, And plenty o'er its bosom smiles To crown the sweet autumnal hours. 4 Praise, praise to thee! our hearts expand To view these blessings of thy hand, And on the incense-breath of love Ascend to their bright home above.
God of the year! with songs of praise
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Eternal Source of every joy!

Author: Doddridge Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #780 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Christian Nation Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 Eternal Source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 The flowery spring, at thy command, Embalms the air, and paints the land; The summer rays with vigor shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 3 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, softened by thy care, No more a face of horror wear. 4 Seasons and months, and weeks and days, Demand successive songs of praise; Still be the cheerful homage paid, With opening light and evening shade. Scripture: Psalm 33:12
Eternal Source of every joy!

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