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2 Depart from mischief, practise love,

Pursue the works of peace;
So shall the Lord your ways approve,

And set your souls at ease.
3 His eyes awake to guard the just,

His ears attend their cry;
When broken spirits dwell in dust,

The God of grace is nigh. 4 When desolation, like a flood,

O'er the proud sinner rolls,
Saints find a refuge in their God,

For he redeemed their souls.

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WATTS.

The Hosanna of the Children. Ps. 8.

1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

Through the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise

O’er all the heavens thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young

A monument of honor raise,
And babes with uninstructed tongue

Declare the wonders of thy praise.

3 Children amidst thy temple throng

To see their great Redeemer's face; The Son of David is their song,

And young hosannas fill the place.

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WATTS. Colonies planted. A Psalm for New England. Ps. 107. 1 WHEN God, provoked with daring crimes,

Scourges the madness of the times,
He turns their fields to barren sand,
And dries the rivers from the land.

2 His word can raise the springs again,

And make the withered mountains green, Send showery blessings from the skies, And harvests in the desert rise.

3 Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,

Or men as fierce and wild as they,
He bids the oppressed and poor repair,
And builds them towns and cities there.

4 They sow the fields, and trees they plant,

Whose yearly fruit supplies their want; Their race grows up from fruitful stocks,

Their wealth increases with their flocks. 5 The righteous, with a joyful sense,

Admire the works of Providence,
And tongues of atheists shall no more

Blaspheme the God that saints adore. 6 How few with pious care record

These wondrous dealings of the Lord !
But wise observers still shall find
The Lord is holy, just, and kind.

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FLINT.
Remembrance of our Fathers.
1 IN pleasant lands have fallen the lines

That bound our goodly heritage, And safe beneath our sheltering vines

Our youth is blessed, and soothed our age. 2 What thanks, O God, to thee are due,

That thou didst plant our fathers here, And watch and guard them, as they grew,

A vineyard to the Planter dear! 3 The toils they bore our ease have wrought;

They sowed in tears — in joy we reap; The birthright they so dearly bought

We'll guard till we with them shall sleep. 4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,

In weal and woe, through all the past, Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,

While here their name and race shall last.

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J. Q. ADAMS. Hymn for the 22d of December. 1 WHEN, o'er the billow-heaving deep,

The fathers of our race,
The precepts of their God to keep,

Sought here their resting-place,
2 That gracious God their path prepared,

Preserved from every harm,
And still for their protection bared

His everlasting arm.

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3 His breath, inspiring every gale,

Impels them o'er the main ;
His guardian angels spread the sail,

And tempests howl in vain. 4 For them old ocean's rocks are smoothed;

December's face grows mild;
To vernal airs her blasts are soothed,

And all their rage beguiled.
5 When Famine rolls her haggard eyes,

His ever-bounteous hand
Abundance from the sea supplies,

And treasures from the sand.
6 Nor yet his tender mercies cease ;

His overruling plan
Inclines to gentleness and peace

The heart of savage man. 7 And can our stony bosoms be

To all these wonders blind ?
Nor swell with thankfulness to thee,

O Parent of mankind ?
8 All-gracious God, inflame our zeal;

Dispense one blessing more;
Grant us thy boundless love to feel,

Thy goodness to adore.

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J. Q. Adams. Ps. 149. 1 SING to the Lord a song of praise ;

Assemble, ye who love his name;
Let congregated millions raise

Triumphant glory's loud acclain :

From earth's remotest regions come;

Come, greet your Maker and your King; With harp, with timbrel, and with drum,

His praise let hill and valley sing. 2 Your praise the Lord will not disdain;

The humble soul is his delight; Saints, on your couches swell the strain,

Break the dull stillness of the night; Rejoice in glory; bid the storm,

Bid thunder's voice his praise expand; And, while your lips the chorus form,

Grasp for the fight his vengeful brand. 3 Go forth in arms; Jehovah reigns;

Their graves let foul oppressors find; Bind all their sceptred kings in chains;

Their peers with iron fetters bind. Then to the Lord shall praise ascend;

Then all mankind, with one accord, And freedom's voice, till time shall end,

In pealing anthems, praise the Lord.

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JERVIS.
The Designs of Providence in the Changes of the World.
1 GOD, to correct a guilty world,

In wrath is slow to rise,
But comes at length in thunder clothed,

And darkness veils the skies.

2 His awful banners, lifted high,

The nations' God declare, And, stained with blood, with terrors marked,

Spread wonder and despair.

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