Thankgiving for National Deliverance

Verse 1

Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear Propitious to his people's pray'r; And, though deliv'rance long delay, Answers in his well chosen day.

Verse 2

Salvation doth to God belong; His pow'r and grace shall be our song; The tribute of our love we bring To thee our Saviour and our King.

Verse 3

O temples, guarded from the flame, Shall echo thy triumphant name; And ev'ry peaceful private home To thee a temple shall become.

Verse 4

Still be it our supreme delight To walk us in thy honour'd sight; Still in thy precepts and thy fear Till life's last hour, to persevere.

Verse 5

O when shall time the period bring, When peace shall stretch her balmy wing O'er ev'ry land and ev'ry shore, And raging war shall waste no more!