HYMNS 
 
 FOR THE 
 
 Public Thankfgiving-Day, 
 OElober 9, 1746. 
 
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 HYMNS 
 
 FOR THE 
 
 Public Thankfgiving-Day, 
 
 OEtober 9, 1746. 
 
 Hymn I. 
 
 1 1 . "T\ RITONS, rejoice, the Lord is King I 
 Ji r"^ The Lord of Holts and Nations fing ; 
 
 " ' -*^ Whofe Arm hath now your Foes o'erthrown, 
 J Afcribe the Praife to Go d alone, 
 ! The Giver of Succefs proclaim, 
 1 And fhout your Thanks in Jesus' Name ! 
 
 1 2. 'Twas not a feeble Arm of ours 
 
 Which chas'd the fierce contending Powers, 
 Jehovah turn'd the Scale of Fight, 
 Jehovah quell'd their boafled Might, 
 And knapp'd their Spears, and broke their Swords, 
 And fhevv'd the Battle is the Lord's ! 
 
 3. He beckon'd to the favage Band; 
 
 And bad them fvveep thro' half the Land, 
 The favage Band their Terror fpread 
 With Rome and Satan at their Head, 
 But llopt by His Almighty Breath 
 RuftYd back ——into the Arms of Death. 
 
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 4. Thou, Lord, alone haft laid them low, 
 In Pieces dafh'd th' invading Foe, 
 Thy Ereath which did their Fury raife, 
 Hath quench'd at once the fudden Blaze, 
 Deftroy'd the Weapons of thine Ire, 
 And call the Rods into the Fire. 
 
 5. O that we all might fee the Hand 
 Which ftill protects a guilty Land, 
 Glory and Strength afcribe to Thee, 
 Who giv'ft to Kings the Victory ; 
 And yield, while yet thy Spirit ftrivcs, 
 And thank Thee with our Hearts and Lives f 
 
 6. O that we might to God rejoice, 
 And tremble at thy Mercy's Voice, 
 Nor fondly dream the Danger paji t 
 While yet our oivn Rebellions laft ! 
 O that our Wars with Heaven might ceafe, 
 And all receive the Prince of Peace ! 
 
 7. Or if, before the Scourge return, 
 The thanklefs Croud difdains to mourn, 
 Vet, Lord, with reverential Joy, 
 
 We vow for Thee our All t' employ, ^ 
 
 And blefs Thee for the kind Reprieve, 
 And to our Saviour's Glory live. 
 
 3. Long as thou lengthneft out our Days, 
 We live to teftify thy Grace, 
 Secure beneath thy Mercy's Wings, 
 We triumph in the King of Kings, 
 The Giver of Succefs proclaim, 
 And fhout out Thanks in Jesus' Name! 
 
 Hymn II. 
 
 1. ^T^Hanks be to God, the God of Power, 
 Who fhelter'd us in Danger's Hour, 
 The God of Truth, who heard the Prayer, 
 Let all his Faithfulnefs declare, 
 Who fent us Succours from above, 
 Let all adore the Gon of Love. 
 
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 God fitting on his holy Seat 
 Compels the Heathen to fubmit, 
 The Grafhoppers of Earth he fees, 
 And mocks their profp'rous Wickednefs, 
 ; Fruitrates their Counfels with a Frown, 
 And turns their Babuls upfide down. 
 
 His Eye obfei v'd the dark Defign, 
 To blall our rightful Monarch's Line, 
 The Scheme in Satan's Conclave laid, 
 Improv'd by Rome's unerring Flead, 
 To gaul as with their Yoke abhor'd, 
 And plant their Faith with Fire and Sword. 
 
 .. He faw the Serpent's Egg break forth, 
 The Cloud arifing in the North, 
 He let tnejligbted Milchief fpread, 
 And hang in Thunder o'er our Head ; 
 And while we fcorn'd our abject Foes, 
 The Drop into a Torrent role. 
 
 ^. Lur'd by the grateful Scent of Blood, 
 The Vulturs haften'd to their Food, 
 The Aliens urg'd their rapid Way, 
 Refolv'd to die, or win the Day ; 
 Madly refolv'd their Doom to brave, 
 And gain a Kingdom or a Grate. 
 
 h. Swell'd to an Hoft, the daring Few 
 Thro' ours as waving Lightning flew, 
 Rufh'd on with itnrejijhd Power, 
 And fcal'd the Wall, and ilorm'd the Tower, 
 While GoDyev/nVpleas'd their Caufe to bid's, 
 And curs'd them with a fliort Succefs. 
 
 7. Drunk with the bold afpiring Hope, 
 Behold them march triumphant up, 
 Of Conquelt fatally fecure, 
 
 They vow to make oar Ruin fure. 
 And lhout around our threatned Tower--, 
 "' Toe D.ij, the Crown, and all is ours ! 
 
 8. Who was it then difpers'd the Snare, 
 And choak'd thofe ravening Dogs of War ? 
 
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 Jehovah curb'd their furious Speed, 
 Jehovah fent the panick Dread, 
 And damp'd and fill'd them with Difmay, 
 And fcar'd the Vultures from their Prey. 
 
 j). His hidden Power controlPd the Foe, 
 And faid, " No farther fhalt thou go." 
 His Bridle in their Mouths they found, 
 And fled fubdued without a Wound, 
 (As Stubble by the Whirlwind driven) 
 They fled before the Frown of Heaven. 
 
 [O. Thanks be to God, the God of Power, 
 Wha fhelter'd us in Danger's Hour, 
 The God of Truth, who heard the Prayer, 
 Let all his Faithfulnefs declare, 
 Who fent Deliverance from above, 
 Let all adore the God of Love I 
 
 Hymn III. 
 
 i. O TILL let us in our rifing Song, 
 i3 Purfue the wild rebellious Throng, 
 With tenfold Rage and Fury rir'd, 
 With all the Zeal of Hell infpir'd, 
 The Sons of Rome and Satan fee, 
 And trace them to their Deftiny. 
 
 2. Bold they return to fure Succefs, 
 Whom all the Saints confpire to blefs, 
 Supported by their Friends beneath, 
 In Covenant with Hell and Death ; 
 And Spanijh Gold, and Gallic Pride, 
 And Holy Church is on their Side. 
 
 3. See how they fly to fet us free 
 From all our Northern Herefy, 
 
 Our Feuds and Grievances to heal, * 
 And purge the Land with Northern Steel, 
 Bring back to their infernal God, 
 And re-baptize us in our Blood. 
 
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 4. Bent to devour the total Prey, 
 They leave our Troops an open Way, 
 An uncontefted PaflTage yield, 
 
 And draw their Coiujuerois to the Field, 
 
 And (worn our Ruin to fecure, 
 
 They make their own Deltru&ion fure. 
 
 5. Lo ! the audacious Hopes of Rome, 
 Rulh headlong to their initant Doom, 
 Slaughter and Threats the Aliens breathe, 
 Nor fee the Lord of Life and Death, 
 Till ltruck with Lightning from his Lye, 
 They fear, they turn, they fall, they die .' 
 
 6. How are the Mighty fallen ! dead ! 
 Who filPd our confeious Land with Dread, 
 PerihYd the keeneil Tools of War, 
 
 The Crafty caught in their own Snare, 
 And Antichriil robb'd of his Plea, 
 His blind Infallibility ! 
 
 7. Twas not the Namber of our Holts, 
 That baffled all their furious Bonlts, 
 Our Wifdom did not call them down, 
 Our Courage, Lord, was not our mm ; 
 From Thee the facred Ardor came, 
 
 And William breath'd an Heavenly Flame! 
 
 8. O let him thankfully fubmit 
 To lay his Lawrcls at thy Feer, 
 Ey Faith a Cbriflian Hero Hand, 
 And hang on thine all-ruling Hand, 
 Supporter of his Father's Throne, 
 Upheld himfelf by Thee alone ! 
 
 9. Give him, and u?, and all to fee, 
 Our Strength and Life fecui'd in Thee, 
 By whom thy dread Vicegerents reign, 
 And righteous Kings their Sway matntain, 
 Affur'd, who on thy Love depend, 
 Their God and Maker is their Friend. 
 
 10. O that we all may feck and find, 
 The Saviour, Friend of Human Kind, 
 
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 People and Prince be ftill imploy'd 
 T' injure the lafting Peace of God, 
 And Drive, till ali obtain above 
 Eternal Reft in Jesus Love ! 
 
 Hymn IV. 
 
 i. TOIX all who know the Name 
 J That fure Deliverance brings, 
 The coriquering God proclaim, 
 The Guardian King of Kings ; 
 S.v'd frcm the Peril of the Sword, 
 Rejoice, and glory in the Lord. 
 
 2. He on our IfraeVs Side, 
 
 In glorious Power hath flood, 
 And que'u'd their cruel Pride, 
 Who 'hirfted for our Blood : 
 Sav'd from the Peril of the Sword, 
 fiejoice, and glory in the Lord. 
 
 5. Forth with orr Armies went 
 
 The God of Victory, 
 And blef>'d the In fl r unw rut 
 That fet our Nation free : 
 Sav'd from the Peril of the Sword, 
 Rejoice, and glory in the Lord. 
 
 4. The Means His Wifdom chofe 
 We honour, and look tbroi* 
 
 To Him, who all our Foes, 
 
 When fiufh'd with Conqueft flew : 
 Sav'd frcm the Peril of the Sword, 
 Rejoice and glory in the Lord. 
 
 5. Wifdom and Strength belongs 
 To Jesu's only Name, 
 
 He claims our thankful Songs, 
 From whom our Safety car..e : 
 the Peril of the Sword, 
 Rejoice, and glory in the Lord. 
 
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 6. To Him let us reftore 
 
 The Lives He doth redeem, 
 And praife Him evermore, 
 And live and die to Him : 
 Sav'd from the Peril of the Sword, 
 Rejoice, and glory in the Lord. 
 
 Hymn V. 
 
 i . TT 7 H A T Recompence, or meet Reward 
 VV Shall Sinners render to the Lord 
 
 For all his faving Grace ? 
 We only can with Thanks receive, 
 The utmolt Grace He deigns to give, 
 And fing the Giver's Praife. 
 
 2. Sav'd from the Komijb Fowler's Snare, 
 Our Saviour's Glory to declare 
 
 We joyfully agree : 
 Jesus, we now thy Praife proclaim, 
 And refcued by thy conqu'ring Name, 
 
 Give back our Lives to Thee. 
 
 3. Thou haft thy praying Remnant heard, 
 Thou halt our finful Sodom fpar'd 
 
 For the Ten Righteous Sake : 
 Thou between God and us haft ftood, 
 And pleaded thine atoning Blood, 
 
 And turn'd the Walter back. 
 
 4. Pluck'd as a Brand out of the Fire, 
 Let us to greater Things afpire, 
 
 And mightier Wonders fee, 
 Deliverance from Death, Hell and Sin, 
 From all thefe Rebel Foes within^ 
 
 And more than Victory. 
 
 5. Jesus, convert and ftir us up 
 With Tranfport to receive the Cup 
 
 Of full Salvation here : 
 And let us then by Love reltor'd, 
 Behold Thee, our triumphant Lord, 
 
 With all thy Saints c<; 
 
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 Hymn VI. 
 
 i . f~* O D of Love, who hear'A the Prayer 
 V_T Offer' d for a guilty Land, 
 Thou doll yet thy Wrath forbear, 
 
 Hold a while thy lifted Hand ; 
 Thou with Bowels of Compafiion 
 
 Giv'it us ilill a longer Space : 
 Tain us then, the finful Nation, 
 
 Conquer by thy pard'ning Grace. 
 
 2. Thee in dreadful Indignation 
 
 Marching thro' the Land we faw, 
 Stopt by lfraefs Supplication, 
 
 Lo ! Thou doft the Scourge withdraw : 
 O that all might hear and tremble 
 
 At the long-fufpended Rod, 
 All in Jesu's Name affemble, 
 
 All confefs the Son of God ! 
 
 3. Grant us in this awful Crifis, 
 
 Hearts thy Warning to receive, 
 Hearts to cait away our Vices, 
 
 Hearts to forrow ?.nd believe : 
 Humbly at thy Foctftool mourning, 
 
 Let us groan thy Face to fee, 
 Let us all at lafl returning, 
 
 Find out Help and Rett in Thee. 
 
 4. Come, the contrite Heart's Defire, 
 
 Friend of helplefs Sinners, come ! 
 Hear and anfwer us by Fire, 
 
 All our Sins forgive — confume, 
 Humble us, and *&M deliver 
 
 Whom Thou doft a while reprove, 
 Save us then, and fave forever, 
 
 God of everhiting Love ! 
 
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 Hymn VII. 
 
 I.TT7HILE void of Care, the chearful Crowd 
 VV I" Shouts and Acclamations loud 
 
 The Feftal Time employ ; 
 Let us, who (lill the Rod revere, 
 With pitying Grief and humble Fear 
 CorrecT: the lighter Joy. 
 
 2. Not but Thou read'ft our thankful Heart, 
 Thankful that Thou haft took our Part, 
 
 And fav'd the finful Land ; 
 Thou haft preferv'd the beft of Kings, 
 And (hadow'd with thy Mercy's Wings 
 
 The Man of thy Right-hand. 
 
 3. Yet muft we, Lord, with Shame confefs, 
 Nor for our Nation's Righteoufnefs, 
 
 Haft Thou Deliverance fent, 
 But granted us a longer Space, 
 To try, if thofe who fcorn'd thy Grace, 
 
 Will now at laft repent. 
 
 4. Thou haft not dropp'd thy Quarrel, Lord, 
 Thou haft not from the threatning Sword 
 
 Revok'd its Charge to kill : 
 Thine Anger is not turn'd away, 
 Thy Juftice ftill demands its Prey, 
 
 Thine Hand is ftretch'd out ftill. 
 
 5. Conqu'rors of our inteftine Foes, 
 We fpurn the Authors of our Woes j 
 
 But can our Tears be dry 
 While juft Neceflity commands, 
 And flaughter'd by Fraternal Hands, 
 
 Whole Troops of Britons die ! 
 
 6. Thoufands to their Account are fled 
 With all their Sins upon their Head, 
 
 (Sins againft Man and God :) 
 Their Lives are loft to ranfom ours : 
 And ftill the Sword abroad devours, 
 
 And thirfts for nobler Blood. 
 
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7 The Man who fits on the ReJHoitc, 
 Holds on his bloody rapid Courfe, 
 And Peace from Earth dcirroys ; 
 And O ! what Crouds of. Britain's Sons, 
 Have own'd his Power in dying Groans. 
 And anfwer'd to hh Voice ! 
 
 8. O might we Mercy fcek and find, 
 E'er yet he calls the Man behind, 
 
 Who rides the StMe Steed ; 
 E'er yet the meagre Form appears, 
 Wi h a long Train of c earthy Years, 
 
 And Famine lifts his Head. 
 
 9. Before with fruitlefs Horror we 
 The Man on the Pale Courfer fee, 
 
 And feel his billing Breath; 
 Jesus, regard the Nation's Cry, 
 Reverfe our Doom, nor let us die 
 
 The Pcftilential Death. 
 
 10. O might we all to Thee fubmit 
 And fall, and kifs thy bleeding Feet, 
 
 And own Thee for our King, 
 Bright in thy glorious Image rife, 
 And rapt at laft above the Skies, 
 
 Thine endlefs Praifes fing. 
 
 FINIS.