875. L. M. Aikin.

In time of War.

1While sounds of war are heard around,

And death and ruin strow the ground,

To thee we look, on thee we call,

The Parent and the Lord of all.

2Thou, who hast stamped on human kind

The image of a heaven-born mind,

And in a Father's wide embrace

Hast cherished all the kindred race,--

3Great God, whose powerful hand can bind

The raging waves, the furious wind,

O, bid the human tempest cease,

And hush the maddening world to peace.

4With reverence may each hostile land

Hear and obey that high command,

Thy Son's blest errand from above,--

"My creatures, live in mutual love!"

Thanksgiving Hymn.

1The God of harvest praise;

In loud thanksgivings raise

Hand, heart, and voice;

The valleys smile and sing,

Forests and mountains ring,

The plains their tribute bring,

The streams rejoice.

2Yea, bless his holy name,

And purest thanks proclaim

Through all the earth;

To glory in your lot

Is duty,--but be not

God's benefits forgot,

Amidst your mirth.

3The God of harvest praise;

Hands, hearts, and voices raise,

With sweet accord;

From field to garner throng,

Bearing your sheaves along,

And in your harvest song

Bless ye the Lord.