Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper A New Edition |
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Second Hymn.
Dear heart of old England! be glad and rejoice
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Second Hymn. Dear heart of old England! be glad and rejoice
Dear heart of old England! be glad and rejoice
For blessed abundance on basket and store,—
And raise the thanksgiving with national voice
To Him, by whose bounty we live evermore.
For blessed abundance on basket and store,—
And raise the thanksgiving with national voice
To Him, by whose bounty we live evermore.
While Judgment, in pestilence, famine and sword,
Might well have rebuked us for folly and sin,
Thy Mercy hath triumph'd, and fed us, good Lord!
With plenty and health and contentment within.
Might well have rebuked us for folly and sin,
Thy Mercy hath triumph'd, and fed us, good Lord!
With plenty and health and contentment within.
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Too truly, the hurricane thunders of war
Are heard in the distance and soon shall increase,
But while the storm threatens and rages afar
Our dwellings are safe in the blessing of peace:
Are heard in the distance and soon shall increase,
But while the storm threatens and rages afar
Our dwellings are safe in the blessing of peace:
Too truly, the angel of death in the air
Is hovering, and scarcely withholdeth his hand,
But, King of that Angel! in pity forbear,
Remember Araunah, and favour the land!
Is hovering, and scarcely withholdeth his hand,
But, King of that Angel! in pity forbear,
Remember Araunah, and favour the land!
O Nation! what People beside is so blest?
What People so thankful and holy should be?
O Father and Shepherd! who givest us rest,
Thy children and sheep of Thy pasture are we.
What People so thankful and holy should be?
O Father and Shepherd! who givest us rest,
Thy children and sheep of Thy pasture are we.
Then, Praise be to God, for the fruits of the field,
This harvest of gold in the lap of the soil,
This grateful return Earth hasteth to yield
By Heaven's own blessing on dutiful toil!
This harvest of gold in the lap of the soil,
This grateful return Earth hasteth to yield
By Heaven's own blessing on dutiful toil!
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