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Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare
Look up to thy divine abode?
Or offer their imperfect pray'r
Before a just, a holy God?
Bright terrors guard thine awful seat,
And dazzling glories veil thy face;
Yet mercy calls us to thy feet:
Thy throne is still a throne of grace.
Oh! 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 our land can shield.
Let past experience of thy care
Support our hope—our trust invite;
Again attend our humble prayer;—
Let mercy still be 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.
Great God, the promised period bring,
Let standards be no more unfurled;
Come peace, and bless with balmy wing
The eastern and the western world.
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?
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Ps 108:10-12;
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FESTUS (BONN)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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| # 331 | D | | # 364 | D | | # 363 | D | | # 229 | D | | # 59 | D |
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