3 We'll join the tuneful chorus And raise our song on high! The cheering view before us Delights the raptured eye; The glorious cause is gaining New strength from day to day, The drunkard host is waning Before cold water's sway. 540 Hebron. L.M. _Corner-Stone Laying._ (1178) An earthly temple here we raise, Lord God, our Savior! to thy praise; Oh! make thy gracious presence known, While now we lay its corner-stone. 2 Within the house thy servants rear, Deign by thy Spirit to appear; On all its walls salvation write, From corner-stone to topmost height. 3 And when this temple, "made with hands," Upon its firm foundation stands, Oh! may we all with loving heart, In nobler building bear a part, 4 Where every polished stone shall be A human soul won back to thee; All resting upon Christ alone,-- The chief and precious Corner-Stone. Mrs. Catherine H. Johnson, 1866. 541 Chesterfield. C.M. _Prayer for the Nation._ (1217) Lord! while for all mankind we pray, Of ev'ry clime and coast, Oh! hear us for our native land,-- The land we love the most. 2 Oh! guard our shore from ev'ry foe, With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness. 3 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty. 4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee Our country we commend; Be thou her Refuge and her Trust, Her everlasting Friend. John Reynell Wreford, 1837. 542 America. 6s & 4s. _America._ (1226) My country! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died! Land of the pilgrim's pride! From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring! 2 My native country, thee,-- Land of the noble, free,-- Thy name--I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. 3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring, from all the trees, Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break,-- The sound prolong. 4 Our fathers' God! to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us, by thy might, Great God, our King! Samuel F. Smith, 1832. 543 America. 6s & 4s. _Our Native Land._ (1227) 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 art ever nigh, Guardian with watchful eye! To thee aloud we cry,-- God save the state! John S. Dwight, 1844. 544 America. 6s & 4s. _The Poor._ Lord, from thy blessed throne, Sorrow look down upon! God save the poor! Teach them true liberty, Make them from tyrants free, Let their homes happy be! God save the poor!