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Thanksgiving for national deliverance

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXI (1790) Topics: Fasts and Thanksgiving First Line: Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear Lyrics: 1 Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear Propitious to his people's prayer, And, tho' deliverance long delay, Answers in his well chosen day. 2 Salvation doth to God belong; His power and grace shall be our song, The tribute of our love we bring, To thee our Saviour, and our King! 3 Our temples guarded from the flame, Shall echo thy triumphant name; And every peaceful private home; To thee a temple shall become. 4 Still be it our supreme delight, To walk us in thy honor'd sight; Still in thy precepts and thy fear, 'till life's last hour to persevere. Languages: English

Thanksgiving for Victory

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXIII (1790) Topics: Fasts and Thanksgiving First Line: To thee, who reign'st supreme above Lyrics: 1 To thee, who reign'st supreme above, And reign'st supreme below, Thou God of wisdom, power, and love We our successes owe. 2 The thundering horse, the martial band Without thine aid were vain; And victory flies at thy command, To crown the bright campaign. 3 Thy mighty arm, unseen, was nigh, When we our foes assail'd; 'Tis thou hast rais'd our honours high, And o'er their hosts prevail'd. 4 To our young race will we proclaim, The mercies GOD has shown; That they may learn to bless thy name And choose him for their own. 5 Thus, while we sleep in silent dust, When threat'ning dangers come, Their Father's GOD shall be their trust, Their Refuge and their home. Languages: English

Thanksgiving for victory

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCVIII (1790) Topics: Fasts and Thanksgiving First Line: To thine Almighty arm we owe Lyrics: 1 To thine Almighty arm we owe The triumphs of the day; Thy terrors Lord, confound the foe, And melt their strength away. 2 'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail, And break united pow'rs, Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale The proudest of their tow'rs. 3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field, And trod them to the ground, While thy salvation was our shield, But they no shelter found. 4 In vain to idol Saints they cry, And perish in their blood; Where is a rock so great so high, So pow'rful as our God. 5 The rock of Israel ever lives, His name be ever blest; 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives, And gives his people rest. Scripture: Psalm 18 Languages: English