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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;

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And pious zeal, and love unfeign'd,
In ev'ry bosom glow.

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
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.

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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.
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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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.

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HYMN 108. C. M.

On a public Fast during national Judgments.

SEE, gracious Lord, before thy throne,
Thy mourning people bend!

'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone,

Our humble hopes depend.

2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand
Thy dreadful pow'r display;

Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

3 How chang'd, alas! For truths divine
See error, guilt and shame!

What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name!

4 O! turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
By thy resistless grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.
5 Then, should insulting foes invade,
We shall not sink in fear;
Secure of never-failing aid,
Since God, our God, is near.

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HYMN 109. C. M.

On a Fast day during Pestilence or general Sickness.

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EATH, with his dread commission seal'd,
Now hastens to his arms;

In awful state he takes the field,

And sounds his dire alarms.

2 Attendant plagues around him throng,
And wait his high command;

And pains, and dying groans, obey
The signal of his hand.

3 With cruel force he scatters round
His shafts of deadly pow'r;
While the grave waits his destin'd prey,
Impatient to devour.

4 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command:

We'll not attempt a murm'ring word,
Against thy chast'ning hand.

5 Yet, may we plead with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes:
Our strength comsumes, our spirit dies,
Thro' thy repeated strokes.

6 In anger, Lord, rebuke us not,

Withdraw these dreadful storms:

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