2 In widow'd state these walls no more 3 Thy providence our souls admire, 4 Our happy union, Lord, maintain, 5 Distressed churches pity, Lord, 6 In all be purity maintain❜d, 1 And pious zeal, and love unfeign'd, HYMN 104. C. M. Prayer for Missionaries. 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 Unveiling what rich stores of grace 3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around; Till ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry soul 4 O! when shall Afric's sable sons 5 When shall the untutor'd Heathen tribes, A dark bewilder'd race, Sit down at our Immanuel's feet, 6 Haste, Sov'reign Mercy, and transform Soften the tiger to a lamb, The vulture to a dove! 7 Smile, Lord, on ev'ry effort made HYMN 105. L. M. On a Fast day for the revival of religion. 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 4 O let thy Spirit come and breathe New life thro' all the realms of death' 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. 1 WH HYMN 106. L. M. On a national Fast in war. WHILE 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. 4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn, 5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God, 6 These pleas, presented at thy throne, Let them prevail to save us too! 1 HYMN 107. L. M. For a public Fast in war, praying for peace. W AR, horrid war, deep stain'd in blood, Still pours its havoc thro' our land; Almighty God, restrain the flood; Say "tis enough!" and stay thine hand. 2 Let peace descend with balmy wing, And all her blessings round us shed; Our liberties be well secur'd, And commerce lift its fainting head. 3 Let the loud cannon cease to roar, The warlike trump no longer sound; The din of arms be heard no more, Nor human blood pollute the ground. 4 Let hostile troops drop from their hands The useless sword, the glitt'ring spear; And join in friendship's sacred bands, Nor one dissentient voice be there. 5 Thus save, O Lord, a sinking land; Millions of tongues shall then adore, Resound the honours of thy name, And spread thy praise from shore to shore. 1 HYMN 108. C. M. On a public Fast during national Judgments. SEE, gracious Lord, before thy throne, 'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone, Our humble hopes depend. 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand Yet mercy spares this guilty land, 3 How chang'd, alas! For truths divine What impious numbers, bold in sin, 4 O! turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 1 HYMN 109. C. M. On a Fast day during Pestilence or general Sickness. DE EATH, with his dread commission seal'd, In awful state he takes the field, And sounds his dire alarms. 2 Attendant plagues around him throng, And pains, and dying groans, obey 3 With cruel force he scatters round 4 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, We'll not attempt a murm'ring word, 5 Yet, may we plead with humble cries, 6 In anger, Lord, rebuke us not, Withdraw these dreadful storms: |