Indulgent still, till earth conspire To join the choir on Zion's hill!
HYMN 101. H. M.
On opening a place of worship.
N sweet exalted strains, The King of glory praise; O'er heav'n and earth he reigns, Thro' everlasting days:
He, with a nod, the world controls, Sustains or sinks the distant poles.
2 To earth he bends his throne, His throne of grace divine; Wide is his bounty known, And wide his glories shine: Fair Salem, still his chosen rest, Is with his smiles and presence blest.
3 Then, King of glory, come, And with thy favour crown This Temple as thy dome, This people as thine own: Beneath this roof, O! deign to show How God can dwell with men below.
4 Here may thine ears attend Our interceding cries;
And grateful praise ascend All fragrant to the skies:
Here may thy word melodious sound, And spread the joys of heav'n around.
5 Here, may th' attentive throng Imbibe thy truth and love;
And converts join the song Of Seraphim above:
And willing crowds surround thy board With sacred joy, and sweet accord.
6 Here, may our unborn sons And daughters sound thy praise; And shine, like polish'd stones, Thro' long succeeding days: Here, Lord, display thy saving pow'r, While temples stand and men adore.
At the ordination of a Minister. HEPHERD of Israel, thou dost keep, With constant care, thy humble sheep, By thee inferior Pastors rise,
To feed our souls, and bless our eyes. 2 To all thy churches such impart, Prepar'd according to thy heart; Whose courage, watchfulness, and love, Men may attest, and God approve. 3 Fed by their active, tender care, Healthful may all thy sheep appear; And, by their fair example led, The way to Zion's pastures tread! 4 Here, hast thou listen'd to our vows, And scatter'd blessings on thy house; Thy saints are succour'd, and no more As sheep without a guide deplore. 5 Completely heal each former stroke, And bless the shepherd and the flock; Confirm the hopes thy mercies raise, And own this tribute of our praise.
HYMN 103. C. M.
Praise to God for sending a Gospel Minister. O thy great name, O Prince of peace, Our grateful songs we raise:
Accept, thou Sun of righteousness, The tribute of our praise.
2 In widow'd state these walls no more Their mourning weeds shall wear; Thy messenger shall joy restore, And ev'ry loss repair.
3 Thy providence our souls admire, With joy its windings trace; And shout with one united choir The triumphs of thy grace.
4 Our happy union, Lord, maintain, Here let thy presence dwell; And thousands loos'd from Satan's chain, Raise from the brink of hell.
5 Distressed churches pity, Lord, Their dismal breaches close; Their sons unite in sweet accord, And troubled minds compose.
6 In all be purity maintain'd, Peace like a river flow;
And pious zeal, and love unfeign'd, In ev'ry bosom glow
HYMN 104. C. M.
Prayer for Missionaries.
1 GREAT God, the nations of the earth
Are by creation thine;
And in thy works, by all beheld, Thy radiant glories shine.
2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent Thy gospel to mankind;
Unveiling what rich stores of grace Are treasur'd in thy mind.
3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around;
Till ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry soul Shall hear the joyful sound?
4 O! when shall Afric's sable sons Enjoy the heav'nly word,
And vassals long enslav'd become The freemen of the Lord?
5 When shall the untutor'd Heathen tribes, A dark bewilder'd race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet, And learn and see his grace?
6 Haste, Sov'reign Mercy, and transform Their cruelty to love:
Soften the tiger to a lamb,
The vulture to a dove!
7 Smile, Lord, on ev'ry effort made To spread the gospel's rays; And build on sin's demolish'd thrones The temples of thy praise!
HYMN 105. L. M.
On a Fast day for the revival of religion. OOK down, O God, with pitying eye, See Adam's race in ruin lie;
Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, And scatters slaughter'd heaps around. 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live? And can these dead, dry bones revive? That, mighty God, to thee is known! That wondrous work is all thine own.
3 Thy ministers are sent in vain To prophesy upon the slain; In vain they call, in vain they cry, Till thine almighty aid is nigh.
4 O let thy Spirit come and breathe
New life thro' all the realms of death' Dry bones shall then obey thy voice, Shall move, shall waken, and rejoice.
5 Loud let the gospel-trumpet blow, Let all the isles their Saviour know: O! call the nations from afar;
Make earth's remotest ends draw near. 6 Then shall each age and rank agree To raise their shouts of praise to thee; The church will know, while loud she sings, That in her God are all her springs.
HYMN 106. L. M.
On a national Fast in war.
HILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord, We view the terrors of the sword;
O! whither shall the helpless fly? To whom, but thee, direct their cry? 2 The suff'ring sinner's cries and tears Are grown familiar to thine ears: Oft has thy mercy sent relief,
When all was fear and hopeless grief. 3 On thee, our guardian God, we call; Before thy throne of grace we fall; And is there no deliv'rance there? And must we perish in despair?
4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn, To our forsaken God we turn; O! spare our guilty country, spare The church, which thou hast planted here.
5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God, We plead thy Son's atoning blood, We plead thy gracious promises; And are they unavailing pleas?
6 These pleas, presented at thy throne, Have brought ten thousand blessings down, On guilty lands in helpless woe;
Let them prevail to save us too!
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