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On Britain long a favored isle
Author: Beddome Hymnal: A New Selection of Seven Hundred Evangelical Hymns ... intended as a Supplement to Dr. Watts's Psalms and Tunes #445 (1810) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Languages: English
On Britain long a favored isle
On Britain long a favor'd isle
Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors, intended to be an Appendix to Dr. Watts' Psalms & Hymns. 2nd Baltimore ed. #aDXXX (1804)
On Britain long a favor'd isle
Peace prayed for
Author: Beddome Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DXXX (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: On Britain, long a favor'd Isle Lyrics: 1 On Britain, long a favor'd Isle,
Now o'erwhelmed with sin and shame,
Deign, mighty God, once more to smile;
The same thy power, thy grace the same.
2 Let peace descend with balmy wing,
And all its blessings round her shed;
Her liberties be well secur'd,
And commerce raise its fainting head:
3 Let the loud cannon cease to roar,
The warlike trump no longer sound;
The din of arms be heard no more,
Nor human blood pollute the ground.
4 Let hostile troops from their hands,
The useless sword, the glittering spear;
And join in friendship's sacred bands,
Nor one dissentient voice be there.
5 Thus save, O Lord, a sinking land,
Millions of tongues shall then adore,
Resound the honors of thy name,
From spread thy praise from shore to shore. Topics: Times and Seasons Days of Thanksgiving; Fast day hymns; National prayer and praise; Peace of the nation prayed for; Thanksgiving days Languages: English
Peace prayed for
To Our Once Favored Native Land
Author: Benjamin Beddome Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15707 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 To our once favored native land,
Now overwhelmed with guilt and shame,
O mighty God, stretch out Thy hand,
The same Thy power, Thy grace the same.
2 Let peace descend with balmy wing,
And all its blessings round her shed;
Her liberties be well secured,
And commerce lift its fainting head.
3 Let fearsome cannons cease to roar,
The warlike trump no longer sound;
The din of arms be heard no more,
Nor human blood pollute the ground.
4 Let hostile troops drop from their hands
The useless sword, the glittering spear;
And join in friendship’s sacred bands,
Nor one discordant voice be there.
5 Thus save, O Lord, our sinking land;
A million tongues shall then adore,
Resound the honors of Thy name,
And spread Thy praise from shore to shore. Languages: English Tune Title: STORRS
To Our Once Favored Native Land
