This weekend, Lord,
we celebrate our nation's birthday
and our independence
from those who would oppress us...
Independence:
a freedom declared by claiming the right
to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,
calling on you, Supreme Judge of all,
to witness our righteous intentions...
But this year's 4th is shadowed, Lord,
by discord, strident and angry,
by betrayal wounding our unity,
tearing the fabric of mutual trust,
each time we default to selfish folly
and ignore your wisdom and grace...
Hear our prayer, Lord!
Give us reason to hope and cause to rejoice!
Wash away the many faults and sins
that betray our unalienable rights
to life, to liberty and the pursuit of happiness...
Restore our good will and integrity, Lord
til we learn again and earn the right
to be called a godly nation...
Make us worthy of gifts which you endow
and by which we struggle to build and be
one great nation, under God,
with sweet liberty and justice for all...
Amen.
Pray for America
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When sorrows are befallen
And shadows darken her door
When the fever spreads and a silent scourge
Outshines her golden shores
When a cry for comfort reaches forth
Like you've never heard before
Pray for America
Our promised land
And shadows darken her door
When the fever spreads and a silent scourge
Outshines her golden shores
When a cry for comfort reaches forth
Like you've never heard before
Pray for America
Our promised land
America, to thee
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
When the tears just keep falling
And the glory light's gone dim
And the barren ground is full of holes
We hasten to fill in
When the firmest faith is shaken fast
By a fear that's creeping in
Pray for America
Our promised land
And the glory light's gone dim
And the barren ground is full of holes
We hasten to fill in
When the firmest faith is shaken fast
By a fear that's creeping in
Pray for America
Our promised land
America, to thee
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
Where the peaceful hour is broken
By the pounding tumult quake
And all is torn asunder
What we thought could never break
Well, all your saints come marching
Through hell for heaven's sake
Pray for America
Our promised land
By the pounding tumult quake
And all is torn asunder
What we thought could never break
Well, all your saints come marching
Through hell for heaven's sake
Pray for America
Our promised land
America, to thee
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
May God's hand outreach
Lord, have mercy on America
Oh, pray for America
God, set Your grace on thee
God, set Your grace on thee
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