Indulgent still, till earth conspire
To join the choir on Zion's hill!

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HYMN 101. H. M.

On opening a place of worship.

N sweet exalted strains,
The King of glory praise;
O'er heav'n and earth he reigns,
Thro' 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 Then, King of glory, come,
And with thy favour crown
This Temple as thy dome,
This people as thine own:
Beneath this roof, O! deign to show
How God can dwell with men below.

4 Here may thine ears attend
Our interceding cries;

And grateful praise ascend
All fragrant to the skies:

Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread the joys of heav'n around.

5 Here, may th' attentive throng
Imbibe thy truth and love;

And converts join the song
Of Seraphim above:

And willing crowds surround thy board
With sacred joy, and sweet accord.

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6 Here, may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise;
And shine, like polish'd stones,
Thro' long succeeding days:
Here, Lord, display thy saving pow'r,
While temples stand and men adore.

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HYMN 102. L. M.

At the ordination of a Minister.
HEPHERD of Israel, thou dost keep,
With constant care, thy humble sheep,
By thee inferior Pastors rise,

To feed our souls, and bless our eyes.
2 To all thy churches such impart,
Prepar'd according to thy heart;
Whose courage, watchfulness, and love,
Men may attest, and God approve.
3 Fed by their active, tender care,
Healthful may all thy sheep appear;
And, by their fair example led,
The way to Zion's pastures tread!
4 Here, hast thou listen'd to our vows,
And scatter'd blessings on thy house;
Thy saints are succour'd, and no more
As sheep without a guide deplore.
5 Completely heal each former stroke,
And bless the shepherd and the flock;
Confirm the hopes thy mercies raise,
And own this tribute of our praise.

HYMN 103. C. M.

Praise to God for sending a Gospel Minister.
O thy great name, O Prince of peace,
Our grateful songs we raise:

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Accept, thou Sun of righteousness,
The tribute of our praise.

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;

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

HYMN 104. C. M.

Prayer for Missionaries.

1 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.

HILE 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!