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.