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And still in all my words maintain
4. Lord, if thou didst the wish infuse,
867. T. 166. OUR children, gracious Lord and God, (mend;
With fervour we to thee comThou hast redeem'd them by thy blood; Thy blessing on them all descend: Kind Shepherd, take each little lamb Into thy faithful arms of love; Cause them to know thy saving name, And thy redeeming grace to prove, 2. On us, their parents, grace bestow, (ness, That we, with care and faithfulMay lead them thee, our Lord, to know, To obey thy word, and seek thy face: Teach us the duties of our state, To love each other heartily, One children so to educate (thee. That they may love and follow J. Swertner.
viour, Thee, the widow's special Friend: We are objects of thy love and favour, Thou on us thy life didst spend: Thou with more than husband's love dost lead us, Thy all-bounteous hand doth daily feed us, All our wants thou dost supply; Thus our cruse is never dry.
3. Now a new scene of time begins;
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FAITH FUL souls their Saviour’s blessing
Crave on each succeeding day, Asking, “Are we onward pressing? What may Jesus have to say? Are the ways of sin unpleasant? Do we hold our Saviour fast? Are we more like him at present, Than we were in seasons past?”
2. Great defects are still revealed;
J. Schmidt. 878. T. 90. THE almighty Lord of earth and
sky, The God of ages let us praise;
Who reigns, in light enthron'd on high, Ancient of never-ending days; Who lengthens out our trial here, And spares us yet another year. 2. Barren and wither'd, worthless trees, Alas! we cumber'd long the ground; No pleasant fruit of holiness On our dead souls was ever found; Yet mercy stay’d our doom severe: “Oh, spare them yet another year.” 3. Jesus, thy interceding blood From God for us obtain'd the grace, Who mercifully hath bestow'd On us a longer time and space: Thou didst in our behalf appear, And, lo, we see another year. 4. Then dig, we pray, about our root, O Lord, break up our fallow-ground, And henceforth let our gracious fruit (abound; To thy great name's sole praise 0 let us all thy praise declare, And fruit unto perfection bear. C. Wesley. (ad.)