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 A 
 
 HYMN of PRAISE 
 
 FOR THE 
 
 Abundant Harvest of 1796. 
 
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 A HYMN, &c 
 
 REAT God ! when Famine threaten'd late 
 To fcourge our guilty land 5 
 O did we learn from that dark fate 
 To dread thy mighty hand ? 
 
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 Did then our fins to mem'ry rife? 
 
 Or own'd we God was juft ? 
 Or rais'd we penitential cries? 
 
 Or bow'd we in the duft ? 
 
 III. Did 
 
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 Did we forlake one evil path. 
 
 Was any fin abhorr'd ? 
 Or did we deprecate thy wrath. 
 
 And turn us to the Lord ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 f Tis true w£ fail'd not to repine? 
 
 But did we too repent ? i 
 Or own the chaftifement divine 
 
 In awful judgment fent? 
 
 V. 
 
 Tho' the bright chain of Peace is broker^ 
 
 And war with ruthlefs fword 
 Unpeoples nations at a ftroke, 
 
 Yet who regards the Lord { 
 
 VI. But 
 
VI. 
 
 But God, who in his ftri£l decrees 
 
 Remembers mercy ftill, 
 Can, in a moment, if he pleafe, 
 
 Our hearts with comfort (Ah 
 
 VII. 
 
 He mark'd our angry fpirits rife, 
 
 Domeftic hate increafe; 
 And for a time withheld fupplies, 
 
 To teach us love and peace, 
 
 VIII. 
 
 He, when he brings his children low, 
 Has, bleffings ftill in ftore; 
 
 And when he ftrikes the heaviell blow, 
 He does but love us more. 
 
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 IX. 
 
 Now, Frost, and Flood, and Blight no more 
 
 Our golden harvefts fpoil ; 
 See, what an unexampl'd ftore 
 
 Rewards the Reaper's toil f 
 
 As when the promis'd harveft faii'd 
 
 In Canaan's fruitful land; 
 The envious Patriarchs were affaird 
 
 By famine's preffing hand; 
 
 XL 
 
 The angry brothers then forgo! 
 
 Each fierce and jarring feud; 
 United by their adverfe lot, 
 
 They lov'd as brothers fhou'd. 
 
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 XII, 
 
 So here, from Heaven's correcting hand, 
 
 Tho' famine fail'd to move; 
 Let Plenty now throughout the land. 
 
 Rekindle peace and love. 
 
 XIIL 
 
 Like the rich fool, let us not fay ? 
 
 Soul! thou haft goods in ftore! 
 But fhake the overplus away, 
 
 To feed the aged poor. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Let rich and poor, on whom are now 
 Such bounteous crops beftow'd, 
 
 Raife many a pure and holy vow 
 In gratitude to God! 
 
 XV. And 
 
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 And while his gracious name we praife 
 
 For bread fo kindly'given; 
 Let us bsfeech him, all our days, 
 
 To give the bread of heav'n. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 In that bleft Prayer our Lord did frame. 
 
 Of all our prayers the guide; 
 We afk that " hallow'd be his name/ 5 
 
 And then cur wants fupplied. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 For grace he bids us firft implore 5 ^ 
 
 Next, that we may be fed; 
 We fay, " Thy will be done," befdfc 
 
 tVe afk 46 our daily bread." 
 
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