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!

2 The arms of wicked men
Do thou with might restrain—­
  God save the poor! 
Raise thou their lowliness,
Succor thou their distress,
Thou whom the meanest bless! 
  God save the poor!

3 Give them stanch honesty,
Let their pride manly be—­
  God save the poor! 
Help them to hold the right,
Give them both truth and might,
Lord of all life and light! 
  God save the poor!

     Nicoll.

545 Our Glad Jubilee.  P.M.

Thanksgiving Anniversary.

Wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee
Once more we hail with sweet melody,
Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,
          O most holy Lord! 
Praise for thy care by day and by night,
Praise for the homes by love made so bright;
Thanks for the pure and soul-cheering light
          Beaming from thy word. 
Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee
Once more we hail with sweet melody,
Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,
          O most holy Lord!

2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home! 
Lord! by thy mercy hither we come;
Guide us, we pray, where’er we may roam,
          Keep us in thy fear;
Fill ev’ry soul with love all divine,
Now cause thy face upon us to shine;
Grant that our hearts may be truly thine
          All the coming year. 
Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee
Once more we hail with sweet melody,
Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,
          O most holy Lord!

3 Yet once again the anthem repeat,
Join ev’ry voice the Master to greet;
Love’s sacrifice we lay at his feet,
          In his temple now. 
Jesus accept the offering we bring,
Blending with song the odors of spring;
Still of thy wondrous love we will sing,
          Till in heaven we bow. 
Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee
Once more we hail with sweet melody,
Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,
          O most holy Lord!

     W.F.  Sherwin.

546 Laudo. 7s.

Thanksgiving. (1223)

Praise to God! immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous Source of ev’ry joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.

2 For the flocks that roam the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, Clouds that drop their fatt’ning dews, Suns that temp’rate warmth diffuse;