3 God of our fathers' land! Long may our temples stand Sacred to thee! Let thy bright light divine On all the people shine, Make us forever thine, From sin set free! 848. L. P. M. Kippis. National Praise and Prayer. 1 With grateful hearts with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs; His power and mercy we proclaim: Through every age, O, may we own Jehovah here has fixed his throne, And triumph in his mighty name. 2 Long as the moon her course shall run, Or men behold the circling sun, Lord, in our land support thy reign; Crown her just counsels with success, With truth and peace her borders bless, And all thy sacred rights maintain. 849. 6s. & 4s. M. Anonymous. Prayer for our Country. 1 God bless our native land, Firm may she ever stand Through storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of winds 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 hast heard each sigh, Watching each weeping eye, Be thou forever nigh;-- God save the state. 850. 7s. & 6s. M. Christian Ballads. Our Country. Now pray we for our country, Pray that it long may be The holy and the happy, And the gloriously free! Who blesseth her is blessed! So peace be in her walls; And joy in all her villages, Her cottages and halls. THE SEASONS, ANNUAL OCCASIONS, ETC. 851. L. M. Heginbotham. The God of the Seasons. 1 Great God! let all our tuneful powers Awake and sing thy mighty name; Thy hand rolls on our circling hours, The hand from which our being came. 2 Seasons and moons revolving round In beauteous order speak thy praise; And years with smiling mercy crowned, To thee successive honors raise. 3 Each changing season on our souls Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds; And every period, as it rolls, Showers countless blessings on our heads. 4 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe All to thy vast unbounded love; Ten thousand precious gifts below, And hope of nobler joys above. 852. L. M. Enfield's Sel. The Goodness of God in the Seasons. 1 Great God! at whose all-powerful call At first arose this beauteous frame, By thee the seasons change, and all The changing seasons speak thy name. 2 Thy bounty bids the infant year, From winter storms recovered, rise; When thousand grateful scenes appear, Fresh opening to our wondering eyes. 3 O, how delightful 'tis to see The earth in vernal beauty dressed! While in each herb, and flower, and tree, Thy bright perfections shine confessed!