4. The powers ordained by Thee
With heavenly wisdom bless;
May they Thy servants be
And rule in righteousness.
O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand
And guard and bless our Fatherland.
5. The Church of Thy dear Son
Inflame with love’s pure fire;
Bind her once more in one
And life and truth inspire.
O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand
And guard and bless our Fatherland.
W. W. How, 1871.
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6, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 4
God bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand
Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By Thy great might!
2. For her our prayer shall rise
To God above the skies;
On Him we wait:
Thou, who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,
God save the State!
C. T. Brooks, 1834; J. S. Dwight, 1844.
FAITH AND JUSTIFICATION.
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My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
2. When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
3. His oath, His covenant, and blood
Support me in the sinking flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
4. When I shall launch to worlds unseen,
Oh, may I then be found in Him,
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Edward Mote, 1836.
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C. M.
Lord, we confess our numerous faults,
How great our guilt has been:
Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.
2. But, O my soul, forever praise,
Forever love, His name,
Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.
3. ’Tis not by works of righteousness
Which our own hands have done,
But we are saved by love and grace
Abounding through His Son.
4. ’Tis from the mercy of our God
That all our hopes begin;
’Tis by the Water and the Blood
Our souls are washed from sin.
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