Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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Our Thanksgiving Hymn.
November 15, 1849.
O Father of mercies, O Spirit of love,
O Son of the Blessed who reignest above,
Thou Good One, and Great One! in homage to Thee,
We bring the glad heart, and we bend the true knee.
O Son of the Blessed who reignest above,
Thou Good One, and Great One! in homage to Thee,
We bring the glad heart, and we bend the true knee.
Thy people would praise Thee, O Thou beyond praise!
For wondrous in love are Thy works and Thy ways;
Thy children would pour from the heart and the voice
Their psalm of thanksgiving in God to rejoice!
For wondrous in love are Thy works and Thy ways;
Thy children would pour from the heart and the voice
Their psalm of thanksgiving in God to rejoice!
Because Thou hast heard us! and answer'd the pray'r
We made in the season of death and despair;
Because over judgment, and terror, and pain,
Thy mercy hath triumph'd, and saved us again!
We made in the season of death and despair;
Because over judgment, and terror, and pain,
Thy mercy hath triumph'd, and saved us again!
Ah! well we remember how dark and how dread
The pestilence brooded o'er living and dead;
And can we forget with what mercy and might
The prayer which Thou blessest hath scatter'd the blight!
The pestilence brooded o'er living and dead;
And can we forget with what mercy and might
The prayer which Thou blessest hath scatter'd the blight!
Yet more! for the fulness of plenty and peace
Hath made us in wealth as in health to increase,
And so would we thank Thee, because Thou hast given
The fatness of earth, and the favour of heaven!
Hath made us in wealth as in health to increase,
And so would we thank Thee, because Thou hast given
The fatness of earth, and the favour of heaven!
Then, Father of mercies, accept what we bring,—
Our incense of praise to the Saviour and King!
Hosannah!—to Thee let us gratefully live,—
Hallelujah!—O Lord, when Thou hearest, forgive.
Our incense of praise to the Saviour and King!
Hosannah!—to Thee let us gratefully live,—
Hallelujah!—O Lord, when Thou hearest, forgive.
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