1 SHE loved her Saviour, and to him 2 So let the Saviour be adored, Give to the hungry from your hoard, 3 Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind, For sorrow's children comfort find, 4 But give to Christ alone thy heart, 1 WHAT shall we render, bounteous Lord, 2 Our offering is a willing mind 3 To tents of woe, to beds of pain, And, with the gifts thy hand bestows, 1 The widow's heart shall sing for joy; And hungering souls we 'll gladly point 5 Thus, passing through this vale of tears, And others learn to glorify Our Father's name. divine L. M. 714. STEELE. Thanksgiving for National Peace. 1 GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies, When angry nations rush to arms, 3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down, And noise and war are heard no more. Then Peace returns with balmy wing; Sweet Peace! with her what blessings fled! Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord. 6 To thee we pay our grateful songs; Thanksgiving for National Prosperity. 1 How rich thy gifts, Almighty King! The eternal joys the Gospel shows, 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, Our voices to our Maker's praise, As truth and conscience point the way. 3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs. Here still may God in mercy reign; 6 & 49. M. 716. MONTGOMERY. Praise to the God of Harvest. 1 THE God of harvest praise; 2 Yea, bless his holy name, 3 The God of harvest praise; With sweet accord; From field to garner throng, H. M. 717. H. WARE, JR. A Psalm of Praise. 1 AROUND the throne of God, They spread their palms abroad, Him first they own, God ever blest, Hi last, and best, And God alone. 2 Their golden crowns they fling Heaven, earth, and sea For thine they are, Thy praise declare, And thine shall be. 3 While thus the powers on high His glory own, First, last, and best, God ever blest, And God alone. S. M. 718. DRUMMOND. 1 2 3 "Is it such a fast that I have chosen?" "Is this a fast for me?" Thus saith the Lord our God;· "A day for man to vex his soul, And feel affliction's rod? "Like bulrush low to bow With sackcloth for his inner vest, "Shall day like this have power 4 "No; is not this alone The sacred fast I choose, Oppression's yoke to burst in twain, |