HYMN 508. 61. L. M. [#] The Pilgrims. 1 FROM stern oppression's haughty land The God of battles made them brave: 2 To thee, their steadfast, suppliant eyes Were raised 'mid war and dread alarm; O God of battles, from the skies, Thy mercy sent the conquering arm; 3 Here we, the children of the free, For God, for home, for liberty. HYMN 509. L. M. [b] Public Humiliation. 1 GREAT Framer of unnumbered worlds, And whom unnumbered worlds adore, Whose goodness all thy creatures share, While nature trembles at thy power,— 2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres, That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea; And man, who moves the lord of earth, Acts but the part assigned by thee. 3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid, 4 This day we deeply mourn our sins, HYMN 510. 7s. M. [b] The acceptable Offering. 1 FATHER of our feeble race, Or the busy haunts of men, 2 Lord, what offering shall we bring, Sorrow leaves the wounded breast; 3 Willing hands to lead the blind, Teach us, O thou heavenly King, HYMN 511. C. M. [b] Humiliation and Prayer. 1 HERE in thy temple, Lord, we meet, And bow before thy throne; Abased and guilty at thy feet, 2 Our sins rise up in dread array, 3 Still, Lord, thy mercy's rich and free, And runs an endless round, A boundless, purifying sea, Where all our sins are drowned. 4 O send thy pity from on high Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh, 5 We humbly mourn our follies past, Resolved, while feeble life shall last, HYMN 512. C. M. [b] The humble Suppliant trusting in God. 10 LORD, my Rock, to thee I cry, In sighs consume my breath; Hear me, O God, nor let me be Like those who sleep in death. 2 Regard my supplication, Lord, With weeping eyes and lifted hands, 3 My soul, with gratitude inspired, 4 As thou hast filled my heart with joy, HYMN 513. L. M. [b] Penitence and Forgiveness. 1 HAVE mercy on me, O my God, 2 Offences rise where'er I look, 3 Not streaming blood nor cleansing fire Thy seeming anger can appease; Burnt-offerings thou dost not require, Or gladly I would render these. 4 The broken heart in sacrifice, Alone, will thine acceptance meet; 5 Thy consolations, as of old, Now to my troubled mind restore; PRIVATE DEVOTION HYMN 514. L. M. [#] 1 IN sleep's serene oblivion laid, Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My conscious soul resumes her power, And soars, my guardian God, to thee. 3 O guide me through the various maze My doubtful feet are doomed to tread, |