Edward Miller (1731-1807)
Lord, Thou hast greatly blessed our land,|
Thou hast brought back our captive band,
The pard'ning grace has made us free
And covered our iniquity.
O Thou, Who in a former day|
Didst turn Thy dreadful wrath away,
In grace Thy people, Lord, return,
And let Thy wrath no longer burn.
O will Thy anger never cease,|
Forever shall Thy wrath increase?
Revive and quicken us once more,
And Thy salvation's joy restore.
To us Thy mercy now afford|
And show us Thy salvation, Lord;
Yea, Thou wilt answer us in peace,
If from our folly we will cease.
The Lord's salvation will appear|
To men of faith and godly fear,
And glory in our land shall dwell
When we shall heed God's precepts well.
Now truth agrees with mercy mild,|
Now law and peace are reconciled;
Behold the truth from earth arise,
With justice shining from the skies.
The Lord will send His blessing down,|
And harvests all our land shall crown;
Before Him righteousness abides,
And in His steps our feet He guides.