1 Lord, let Thy goodness lead our land,
Still saved by Thine almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To Thee, our Saviour, and our King.
2 Let ev'ry sacred temple raise
Triumphant songs of holy praise;
Let ev'ry peaceful, private home
A temple, Lord, to Thee become.
3 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in Thy glorious sight;
Still in Thy precepts and Thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.
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First Line: | Lord, let Thy goodness lead our land |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | National Hymns; Peace: National; Thanksgiving: for national blessings |
Notes: | Author from index: Doddridge |