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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Praise!
A Response to “The Prayer for the Land.”
September 18, 1848.
We thank Thee, King of Heaven!
We bless Thee, glorious Lord!
Because Thy grace hath given
The mercies we implored;
Because Thy love rejoices
To smile Thy wrath away,
We come with hearts and voices
To praise as well as pray!
We bless Thee, glorious Lord!
Because Thy grace hath given
The mercies we implored;
Because Thy love rejoices
To smile Thy wrath away,
We come with hearts and voices
To praise as well as pray!
O now regard with favour
The sacrifice we bring,
As incense of sweet savour,
As Abel's offering;
As Noah's, when he raised Thee
An altar near the ark;
As Jonah's, when he praised Thee
Beneath the waters dark!
The sacrifice we bring,
As incense of sweet savour,
As Abel's offering;
As Noah's, when he raised Thee
An altar near the ark;
As Jonah's, when he praised Thee
Beneath the waters dark!
For lo! Thy bounteous promise
Is sure to those who pray,
Averting evil from us
And helping us alway;
And though we all have wander'd
In sinfulness and shame,—
Yet once again our standard
We set up in Thy name!
Is sure to those who pray,
Averting evil from us
And helping us alway;
And though we all have wander'd
In sinfulness and shame,—
Yet once again our standard
We set up in Thy name!
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Thy constant mercy deigneth
A covenant of peace;
So long as earth remaineth,
Its plenty shall not cease;
Still in Thy holy keeping
Our grateful eyes behold
The sowing and the reaping,
As in the days of old!
A covenant of peace;
So long as earth remaineth,
Its plenty shall not cease;
Still in Thy holy keeping
Our grateful eyes behold
The sowing and the reaping,
As in the days of old!
Yea,—though in righteous reason
Thy judgments might have frown'd,
The harvest in its season
Hath joyfully come round;
And while our sins are grievous
And make us fear the rod,
Thy pity doth relieve us
Because we hope in God!
Thy judgments might have frown'd,
The harvest in its season
Hath joyfully come round;
And while our sins are grievous
And make us fear the rod,
Thy pity doth relieve us
Because we hope in God!
Thee, Thee alone for ever
Thy children still shall praise,
And duteously endeavour
To walk in all Thy ways;
Still hoping and still asking
Thy pardon and Thy love,
And in the sunshine basking
Of blessings from above!
Thy children still shall praise,
And duteously endeavour
To walk in all Thy ways;
Still hoping and still asking
Thy pardon and Thy love,
And in the sunshine basking
Of blessings from above!
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