Hymn. L. M

Eternal GOD, at whose decree, A MOSES, GIDEON, JEPHTHAH, rose; Ordain'd to set a NATION free, And save from twice ten thousand foes.

Full cloath'd of HEAV'N, with pow'rs sublime, Behold, they ride on war's dark storm: And taught in wisdom's paths divine, 'Mid PEACE, they glow, in LIGHT's mild form.

LORD of the living, glorious dead! COLUMBIA owns, 'twas thine to raise, GEORGE WASHINGTON, her FED'RAL head; In WAR, her STRENGTH; in PEACE, her PRAISE.

Thy GOODNESS, lent the HERO, SAGE, PROTECTOR, SHIELD, our steps to guide; Thy PROVIDENCE, from youth to age, Shone bright, at VIRTUE's, GLORY's side.

His deeds in WAR, in PEACE, WELL DONE; At thy command, HE comes to THEE;— When HEAV'N recals a WASHINGTON, Ye nations, bow th' adoring knee.

Thy gift, O LORD, in WASHINGTON, Demands a NATION's, EMPIRE's praise; The GIFT was THINE; Thy WILL be done; Thou ANCIENT of ETERNAL DAYS.