Hymns for the Thanksgiving-Day, 1759, 4

Sing to the Lord by whom we live,
From whom our blessings spring,
Who doth to us salvation give,
And victory to our king.
Thee, Conqueror of our foes, we greet,
Thee, Lord of Hosts, proclaim,
And cast our laurels at Thy feet,
And tremble at Thy name.
With lowly reverential joy
Thy mercy we embrace.
This solemn interval employ
In ceaseless prayer and praise.
Whate'er these threatening wars portend,
Whate'er Thy will decrees.
Our souls that on Thy love depend
Are kept in perfect peace.

Our loving confidence is sure.
Our Guardian-Rock stands fast;

Under its shade we dwell secure,
Till every storm is past.
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Who rest beneath the' Ahnighty's wings
May cast their cares away;
Whate'er event to-morrow brings,
We live for God to-day.