Psalms 33:12

• [Psa 33:12] Blest Is The Nation Where The Lord

  Blest is the nation where the Lord Hath fixed His gracious throne, Where He reveals His heav’nly Word And calls their tribes His own. His eye with infinite survey Does the whole behold; He formed us all of equal clay And knows our feeble mold. Kings are not rescued by the force Of armies from the grave; Nor speed nor courage of a horse Can the bold rider save. Vain is the strength of beasts or men, To hope for safety thence; But holy souls from God obtain A sure and strong defense. God is their fear, and God their trust; When plagues or famine spread, His watchful eye secures the just Among ten thousand dead. Lord, let our hearts in Thee rejoice, And bless us from Thy throne; For we have made Thy Word our choice, And trust Thy grace alone.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 33:12] O God, Hear Thou The Nation’s Prayer

  O God, hear Thou the nation’s prayer, We lift our cause to Thee; We wage the holy war of Christ; We fight to make men free. Give us to build our cities pure, Salvation throned above, To shelter lowly homes from ill, And teach our hearts to love. [originally, And tune our mills with love] Give us to guide the alien feet, To teach the brother’s way, To save our motherhood from need; To guard our children’s play. May visions call and faith enflame, And banish lust and greed; O God, make Thou our home to be [originally, Make Thou America to be] A land of soulful deed.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 33:12] O Happy Natio

  O happy nation, where the Lord Reveals the treasure of His Word, And builds His church, His earthly throne! His eye the heathen world surveys, He formed their hearts, He knows their ways; But God their Maker is unknown. Let kings rely upon their host, And of his strength the champion boast; In vain they boast, in vain rely; In vain we trust the brutal force, Or speed, or courage, of a horse, To guard his rider or to fly. The eye of Thy compassion, Lord, Doth more secure defense afford When death or dangers threatening stand; Thy watchful eye preserves the just, Who make Thy Name their fear and trust, When wars or famine waste the land. In sickness, or the bloody field, Thou our Physician, Thou our Shield, Send us salvation from Thy throne: We wait to see Thy goodness shine; Let us rejoice in help divine, For all our hope is God alone.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 33:12] O Lord, Our God, Thy Mighty Hand

  O Lord, our God, Thy mighty hand Hath made our country free; From all her broad and happy land May worship rise to Thee. Fulfill the promise of her youth, Her liberty defend; By law and order, love and truth, America, America, befriend! The strength of every state increase In Union’s golden chain; Her thousand cities fill with peace, Her million fields with grain. The virtues of her mingled blood In one new people blend, By unity and brotherhood, America, America, befriend! O suffer not her feet to stray; But guide her untaught might, That she may walk in peaceful day, And lead the world in light. Bring down the proud, lift up the poor, Unequal ways amend. By justice, nationwide and sure, America, America, befriend! Through all the waiting land proclaim Thy gospel of goodwill; And may the joy of Jesus’ Name In every bosom thrill. O’er hill, and vale, from sea to sea, Thy holy reign extend; By faith and hope and charity, America, America, befriend!

  source: Cyberhymnal