HYMN 134. L. M. CoWPER. W Exhortation to Prayer. HAT various hindrances we meet, In coming to a mercy seat! Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there? Prayer makes the dark'ned cloud Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright; And Satan trembles, when he sees 4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide, Success was found on Israel's side; 5 Have you no words? Ah, think again, 6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, HYMN 135. 7s. NEWTON. Power of Prayer. N themselves as weak as worms, How can poor believers stand, When temptations, foes, and storms, Press them close on every hand? 2 Weak indeed they feel they are, 3 Though the Lord awhile delay, 4 Wrestling prayer can wonders do, 'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone, Our humble hopes depend. e 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand p 3 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine, -40 turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Then shall our hearts obey thy word, o 5 Then, should insulting foes invade, 1 HYMN 137. C. M. ScoTT. Public Fast. Gen. xviii, 23-32. HEN Abrah'm, full of sacred awe, W Before Jehovah stood; And, with a humble, fervent prayer, 2 With what success, what wondrous 3 And could a single holy soul, So rich a boon obtain? e Great God, and shall a nation pray, And plead with thee in vain? o 4 Still we are thine-we bear thy name; Here yet is thine abode; • Long has thy presence bless'd our landForsake us not, O God! e e 1 WANTAGE. HYMN 138. L. M. DODDRIDGE. Public Fast. Ezek. ix, 4-6. We tremble at thy dreadful name; e 2 So manifold our crimes have been, flow. 4 Ten thousand witnesses arise, e 5 How shall we come before thy face, And in thine awful presence bow? What o'rings can secure thy grace, or calm the terrours of thy brow? e 6 Thousands of ramsin vain might bleed; -7 But thy own Lamb, all-gracious God, -8 With humble faith to that we fly; HYMN 140. L. M. RIPPON'S COL. Thanksgiving: Seasons crowned with goodness. Ps. lxv, 11. 1NTERNAL Source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips employ; While in thy temple we appear, To hail thee Sovereign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roli, 3 The flowery spring, at thy command, 4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours g6 And in the great decisive day, HYMN 142. H. M. FRANCIS. Dedication of a House for Worship. 1 N sweet exalted strains, The King of glory praise; O'er heaven and earth he reigns, Through 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 Great King of glory, come, 5 Here may thine ears attend Thy people's humble cries; And grateful praise ascend, All fragrant, to the skies: Here may thy word melodious sound, And spread celestial joys around. --5 Here may th' attentive throng, And willing crowds surround thy board, 6 Here may our unborn sons g Here, Lord, display thy saving power, While temples stand, and men adore. TRIUMPH. HYMN 143. L. M. DonDRIDGE. Qrdination: Joshua the high Priest. Zech. iii, 6, 7. 1 REAT Lord of angels, we adore The grace that builds thy courts below; And, thro' ten thousand sons of light, Stoops to regard what mortals do. e 2 Amidst the wastes of time and death, Successive pastors thou dost raise, Thy charge to keep, thy house to guide, o 3 The heavenly natives with delight -4 At length, dismiss'd from feeble clay, 1 And all their joy and honour share? -6 Yet while these labours we pursue, Thus distant from thy heavenly throne, Give us a zeal and love like theirs, And half their heaven shall here be known. OLD HUNDRED. 2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose 3 Hence sprung th' apostles' honour'd 4 In lower forms, to bless our eyes, 5 From Christ their varied gifts derive, And fed by Christ, their graces live: While, guarded by his potent hand, 'Midst all the rage of hell they stand. 6 So shall the bright succession run, Through the last courses of the sun; While unborn churches, by their care, Shall rise and flourish, large and fair. 7 Jesus our Lord their hearts shall know, The spring whence all these blessings flow: • Pastors and people shout his praise, Thro' the long round of endless days. LEEDS. OPORTO. View the sad breast, the streaming eye, 2Thou know'st the anxious cares we feel, 3 With power benign, thy servant spare, 4 Restore him, sinking to the grave; Stretch out thine arm, make haste te save; Back to our hopes and wishes give, And bid our friend and father live. 5 Bound to each soul by tenderest ties, 6 Yet if our supplications fail, Be thou his strength, be thou his stay And guide him safe to endless day. PLEYEL'S. HYMN 148. C. M. CowPER. 1 IS master taken from his head, Elisha saw him go; And in desponding accents said, "Ah! what must Israel do?" -2 But he forgot the Lord, who lifts [course, d 3 What-when a Paul has run his o 4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, We have a boundless store; -And shall be fed with what he gives, Who lives forevermore. g CANTERBURY. HYMN 149. C. M. DODDRIDGE. 1No Death of a Minister. OW let our mourning hearts revive, And all our tears be dry; Why should those eyes be drown'd in Which view a Saviour nigh? [grief, e 2 What tho' the arm of conquering deatl Does God's own house invade? p What tho' the prophet, and the priest, Be number'd with the dead? 1 e And this shall be our children's song, When we are cold in dust. L HYMN 20. HYMN 150. C. M. Christ the Refuge of the Church. EE who on earth as man was known, g Now, seated on th' eternal throne- His hands the wheels of nature guide, 3 While harps unnumber'd sound his His righteousness to faith reveal'd, e 2 O happy bond, that seals my vows To him, who merits all my love! o Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move. d 3'Tis done:-the great transaction's done; -4 Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest; With ashes who would grudge to part, When call'd on augel's bread to feast? 5High heav'n, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renew'd shall daily hear: e Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. MORSTON. |