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��I'attendon ffvmnal, N'o. 74. Based on F. R. Tailour (ICl".).
THE King, God, his heart to thee upraiseth ; With him the nation bows before thy face ; With high thanksgiving thee thy glad Church praiseth, Our strength thy spirit, our trust and hope thy grace.
Unto great honour, glory undeserved.
Hast thou exalted us, and drawn thee nigh ;
Nor, from thy judgements when our feet had swerved,
Didst thou forsake, nor leave us, Lord most high.
In thee our fathers trusted and were saved, In thee destroyed thrones of tyrants proud ; From ancient bondage freed the poor enslaved : To sow thy truth poured out their saintly blood.
Us now, we pray, God, in anger scorn not. Nor to vainglorying leave, nor brutish sense ; In time of trouble thy face from us turn not, Who art our Rock, our stately sure defence.
Unto our minds give freedom and uprightness ; Let strength and courage lead o'er land and wave ; To our souls' armour grant celestial brightness, Joy to our hearts, and faith beyond the grave.
Our plenteous nation still in power extending, Increase our joy, uphold us by thy Word ; Beauty and wisdom all our ways attending, Goodwill to man and peace through Christ our Lord.
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