Oh Canada, Glorious and Free (oh North America!!)

 below, yesterday's tot-craft!

Unless the LORD builds the house, the builders labor in vain. 

Unless the LORD watches over the city, the guards stand watch in vain.

Psalm 127:1

 Sharing the prayer at the close of Peter Marshall's sermon, The American Dream

(click link for the whole sermon)

Have you read it lately?

 It's truths apply to Canadians just as profoundly!

a few more excerpts (and this was preached in the1930's or 40's!!)

Ah liberty is never free; lest we forget midst common plan

To treasure with humility its prize, to serve our fellowman

And never take our eyes of He who keeps our true North strong and free

Where man’s downfall will ever be contempt for God’s supremacy

...for power-hungry greed destroys and pride always precedes the fall

And ignorance is greatest where God’s Word is treasured least of all

And then the blind, wise in their own eyes think they see and dare to lead

The flock over a precipice then bind their wounds with chains of need

...for freedom cannot long survive where godless logic takes the wheel

Ah, liberty is never freedom to forget its bloody seal

Or founding fathers full of faith; hope’s symbol raised on foreign sod

To proclaim peace and give first place to the authority of God

To pray for peace is ludicrous if we abandon its True Source

Hope without God is foolishness; a ship blown off its charted course

As wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing mingle with the loud, gullible crowd

And gloat at the prattling, pathetic prey of the godless and proud

Oh Canada, glorious and free; but oh, how certain seems thy fall

In vain we’ll stand on guard for thee if we forsake the Lord of all

Oh, Canada, the beautifully blessed because God’s grace is great

Our home and native land, oh Lord, waken before it is too late

Oh, Canada home of fine churches empty, because man neglects

The One who gave purpose to hard-working dreamers and architects

Oh Canada, glorious and free but doom looms large; thy lovely land

Of rocky heights and grassy sweeps slipping into heathen quicksand

Ah, liberty is never free; its privileges lent, not owned

Oh God, its loss is gathering momentum with each ‘prophet stoned’

And unless we repent oh Lord, our true North strong and free will fall

Oh Canada, before it is too late, pray for a miracle

© Janet Martin