Scripture Verse

The Lord blesses His people with peace. Psalm 29:11


Words: Ben­ja­min Bed­dome, in the sup­ple­ment to the third edi­tion of A Col­lec­tion of Hymns, Adapt­ed to Pub­lic Wor­ship, by John Ash & Ca­leb Ev­ans (Bris­tol, Eng­land: W. Pine, 1778), num­ber 17, alt. Peace Prayed For.

Music: Storrs Ti­mo­thy R. Mat­thews, 1883 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Bed­dome (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Timothy R. Matthews


To our once favored native land,
[originally, On Britain, long a favour’d isle]
Now overwhelmed with guilt and shame,
O mighty God, stretch out Thy hand,
The same Thy power, Thy grace the same.

Let peace descend with balmy wing,
And all its blessings round her shed;
Her liberties be well secured,
And commerce lift its fainting head.

Let fearsome cannons cease to roar,
The warlike trump no longer sound;
The din of arms be heard no more,
Nor human blood pollute the ground.

Let hostile troops drop from their hands
The useless sword, the glittering spear;
And join in friendship’s sacred bands,
Nor one discordant voice be there.

Thus save, O Lord, our sinking land;
A million tongues shall then adore,
Resound the honors of Thy name,
And spread Thy praise from shore to shore.