The Cyber Hymnal ‎#15707

15707. To Our Once Favored Native Land

1 To our once favored native land,
Now overwhelmed with guilt and shame,
O mighty God, stretch out Thy hand,
The same Thy power, Thy grace the same.

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

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.

Text Information

• First Line: To our once favored native land
• Title: To Our Once Favored Native Land
• Author (attributed to): Benjamin Beddome (alt.)
• Meter: LM
• Language: English
• Source: A Collection of Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship (Supplement to the 3rd 3d.) by John Ash and Caleb Evans (Bristol: W. Pine, 1778)
• Notes: Alternate tunes: CRIMEA by Thoro Harris, DePAUW by Robert G. McCuthcan, DEUS TUORUM MILITUM from "Grenoble Antiphoner," DUKE STREET by John Hatton

Tune Information

• Name: STORRS
• Composer: Timothy Richard Matthews (1883)
• Meter: LM
• Key: E♭ Major
• Copyright: Public Domain