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Who yet suspends the lifted sword,
And gives us leave to pray. 2 Great is our guilt, our fears are great;
But we will not despair; Still open is thy mercy seat
To penitence and prayer. 3 Kind Intercessor! to thy love
This blessed hope we owe; O! let thy merits plead above,
While we implore below.
Attend our humble cry;
Destruction from on high.
Attend thy dread command,
And save a guilty land. STEELE.
HYMN 30. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]
From thee proceed domestick ties,
7 Let ev'ry pow'r of heart and tongue,
HYMN 31. L. M. Pilesgrove. [*]
Publick Thanksgiving. 1 Eternal Source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips employ; While now before thee, we appear, To hail thee Sovereign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole; The sun is taught by thee to rise, And darkness, when to veil the skies. 3 The flowery spring at thy command, Perfumes the air, and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours Thro' all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, soften’d by thy care, No more the face of horrour wear. 5 Seasons, and months, and weeks and days, Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade. RIPPON'S COL.
HYMN 32. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]
To grace a marriage feast,
To make a wedding guest.
Who now have plighted hands; Their union with thy favour crown,
And bless the nuptial bands.
Of all rich dow'; es best;
To sweeten all the rest.
That they with Christian care, May make domestick burthens light,
By taking mutual share.
5 As Isaac and Rebekah gave,
A pattern chaste and kind; So may
this married couple live,
And life's short space be o'er,
HYMN 33, 8s and 7s. Sicilian. [*]
Marriage 1 Come, thou condescending Jesus!
Thou hast bless'd a marriage feast; Come, and with thy presence bless us,
Deign to be an honour'd guest. 2 Once, at Cana's happy village,
Thou didst heavenly joy impart; Though unseen, may thy blest image
Be inscribed on every heart. 3 Lord, we come to ask thy blessing
On the happy pair to rest; May thy goodness never ceasing,
Make them now and ever blest. 4 Thou canst change the course of nature,
Turning water into wine, But we ask a greater favour,
May they be forever thine. 5 Thine by covenant and adoption,
Thine by free and sovereign grace, May they, by each word and action,
Do thy will and speak thy praise.
Fill their basket and their store,
Hearts thy goodness to adore.
May the voice of prayer ascend, For thy mercies still increasing,
To their best, their kindest Friend. 8 Through this life's tempestuous ocean,
Storms are thick, and dangers nigh, O! may constant, pure devotion,
Guide them safe to realms on high. 9 When by death's cold hand divided,
Which dissolves the tend'rest ties,
10 Come, thou condescending Jesus!
Fill our hearts with songs of praise, Come, and with thy presence bless us,
Make us subjects of thy grace. CODMAN.
HYMN 34. L. M.
HYMN 35. L. M. Wells. [*]
Revival of Religion hoped for. 1 While I to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, Methought I heard the Saviour say, Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 2 “Tho' for a time I hide my face, “Rely upon my love and power: “Still wrestle at the throne of grace, “And wait for a reviving hour. 3 “Take down thy long neglected harp, "I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer; “The winter season has been sharp, “But spring shall all its wastes repair." 4 Lord! I obey-my hopes revive; Come, join with me, ye saints! and sing, Our foes in vain against us strive, For God will help and triumph, bring.
HYMN 36. C. M. Peterboro'. [*]
Revival of Religion seen.
My soul delights to hear
Of pardon bought most dear.
And bless God's holy name;
And joy to join the theme.
To call upon the Lord;
In which they scorn'd his word.
Of those, who hate the truth;
Have mercy on the youth.
On every aching heart;
That they may have a part.
And pray with one accord;
To hail th' approaching Lord. WORCESTER'S SEL.
HYMN 37. 7s and 6s. Heber. [*]
Missionary Hymn. 1 From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from errour's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
And only man is vile;
The gifts of God are strown,
Bows down to wood and stone, 3 Waft, waft, ye winds! his story,
And you, ye waters! roll,