2. All the plenty summer pours; Autumn’s rich, o’erflowing stores; Flocks that whiten all the plain; Yellow sheaves of ripened grain. Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 3. Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss, and public wealth, Knowledge with its gladdening streams, Pure religion’s holier beams. Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 4. As Thy prospering hand hath blest, May we give Thee of our best And by deeds of kindly love For Thy mercies grateful prove; Sinking thus through all our days, Praise to God, immortal praise. A. L. (Aikin) Barbauld, 1773, abr. NATIONAL. 299 7s 8 l Swell the anthem, raise the song, Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels join to sing Praises to the heavenly King. Blessings from His liberal hand Flow around this happy land. Kept by Him, no foes annoy; Peace and freedom we enjoy. 2. Here, beneath a peaceful sway, May we cheerfully obey; Never feel oppression’s rod, Ever own and worship God. Hark! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings; Let us join the choral song And the grateful notes prolong. Nathan Strong, 1799. 300 L. M. O bless, Thou heavenly Potentate, With wisdom, strength, the powers of state, That wrong and violence may cease And Church and home abide in peace. 2. Bless rich and poor, the great and small, Both friend and foe; Lord, bless Thou all The family on earth in love And fit all for Thy home above. 3. Thus, with Thy blessing on each hand, Will peace and plenty fill the land And righteousness spring from the earth And life below have higher worth. 4. All praise to Thee, O King of kings, Whose grace to us such blessings brings; Thee, with the Father, we adore, And Holy Ghost, forevermore. Anon. 301 7s 6 l What our Father does is well: Blessed truth His children tell! Though He send, for plenty, want, Though the harvest-store be scant, Yet we rest upon His love, Seeking better things above. 2. What our Father does is well: Shall the wilful heart rebel If a blessing He withhold In the field or in the fold? Is He not Himself to be All our store eternally? 3. What our Father does is well: Though He sadden hill and dell, Upward yet our praises rise For the strength His Word supplies. He has called us sons of God; Can we murmur at His rod?