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 | The songs of Joseph Mather |  |
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SONG XLVIII. THE THANKSGIVING.
Now peace to Britain is restor'd,
And George our king has sheath'd his sword,
The Prince of Peace should be ador'd
By every mortal living.
Let all that breathe the vital air
Acknowledge His paternal care,
His love towards this land declare,
And give praise,—all their days,
Worthy of true thanksgiving.
And George our king has sheath'd his sword,
The Prince of Peace should be ador'd
By every mortal living.
Let all that breathe the vital air
Acknowledge His paternal care,
His love towards this land declare,
And give praise,—all their days,
Worthy of true thanksgiving.
Since by transgression Adam fell,
Each man is born an heir of hell,
His fallen nature will rebel
Throughout all generations.
The world through wickedness was drown'd,
Save eight who in the ark were found;
Gomorrah and the cities round
Were overturn'd,—altho' Lot mourn'd,
They were with fire and brimstone burn'd
For their abominations.
Each man is born an heir of hell,
His fallen nature will rebel
Throughout all generations.
The world through wickedness was drown'd,
Save eight who in the ark were found;
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Were overturn'd,—altho' Lot mourn'd,
They were with fire and brimstone burn'd
For their abominations.
Distresses from an enemy,
As well as each calamity,
We read in sacred history
Were all the fruits of sinning.
View Adam when in Paradise,
Who in his Maker did rejoice,
And did with an unfeigned voice
Laud his name,—Eve the same,
Until the serpent wrought their shame,
Lo! here was war's beginning.
As well as each calamity,
We read in sacred history
Were all the fruits of sinning.
View Adam when in Paradise,
Who in his Maker did rejoice,
And did with an unfeigned voice
Laud his name,—Eve the same,
Until the serpent wrought their shame,
Lo! here was war's beginning.
The heart of man is still deprav'd,
And by infernal lusts enslav'd,
And Satan's image is engrav'd
Until he is converted;
Make this a true thanksgiving day,
When all with one accord shall say
“The Lord incline our hearts to pray,”
And increase love and peace;
Then surely wars will ever cease,
And Satan be deserted.
And by infernal lusts enslav'd,
And Satan's image is engrav'd
Until he is converted;
Make this a true thanksgiving day,
When all with one accord shall say
“The Lord incline our hearts to pray,”
And increase love and peace;
Then surely wars will ever cease,
And Satan be deserted.
| The songs of Joseph Mather | |