And seek to keep my heart and house
From all pollution free.
2 Where'er I have a tent,
An altar will I raise;
And thither my oblations bring
Of humble prayer and praise.
3 Could I my wish obtain,
My household, Lord, should be
Devoted to thyself alone-
A nursery for thee.
383. 8.7.
Praise for a revival.
1 FOUNT of everlasting love!
Rich thy streams of mercy are--
Flowing purely from above.
Beauty marks their course afar.
2 Lo, thy church, thy garden now,
Blooms beneath the heavenly shower!
Sinners feel, and melt, and bow:
Mild, yet mighty, is thy power.
3 God of grace, before thy throne
Here our warmest thanks we bring.
Thine the glory-thine alone:
Loudest praise to thee we sing.
4 Hear, O hear, our grateful song;
Let thy spirit still descend;
Roll the tide of grace along,
Widening, deepening, to the end.
1 HOW much the hearts of those revive
That love and fear the Lord,
When sinners dead are made alive
By his all-quick'ning word!
2 The ministers of Christ rejoice
When souls the word receive,
When sinners hear the Saviour's voice,
And in the Lord believe.
3 The church of God their praises join,
And of salvation sing;
They glorify the grace divine
Of their victorious King.
4 In heav'n above there's joy and praise
Before the Lord Most High;
Th' angelic choirs their voices raise,
And with each other vie.
5 Dear Saviour, comfort us to night;
Thy work, O Lord, revive;
May we enjoy this noble sight-
Dead sinners made alive.
385. S. M.
Revival. Hab. iii. 2.
1 REVIVE thy work, O Lord,
And send salvation down:
Let the sharp arrows of thy word,
Now pierce the hearts of stone.
2 Ride in thy prosperous car;
Regain thy people lost;
Let thy right hand conduct the war;
Let victory crown thy host.
3 Thy fainting saints revive;
Awaken them that sleep;
Make the dry bones arise and live,
And comfort all that weep.
4 Behold the extensive field
Throng'd with the heaps of slain!
Though dead in sin, thy power, reveal'd,
Shall make them live again.
5 Come, O ye winds of heav'n,
Breathe o'er this vale of death;
May the good spirit, richly given,
Fill all with praying breath!
386. L. M.
Trusting in God.
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 "Though 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.
Praise for conversion.
1 WHO can forbear to sing,
Who can refuse to praise,
When Zion's high, celestial King
His saving power displays?
2 When sinners at his feet,
By mercy conquer'd, fall?
When grace, and truth, and justice meet,
And peace unites them all?
3 Who can forbear to praise
Our high, celestial King,
When sovereign, rich, redeeming grace
Invites our tongues to sing?
388. C. M. Knaresborough.
Joy in one conversion. Luke xv. 10.
1 O, HOW divine, how sweet the joy,
When but one sinner turns,
And, with a humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!
2 Pleas'd with the news, the saints belo
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
Ånd heav'n is fill'd with joy.
3 Well pleas'd, the Father sees and hears
The conscious sinner's moan;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.
4 Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire;
"The sinner lost is found," they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.
389. L. M.
Welcome to converts.
1 CONVERTS to Christ's benignant sway,
Welcome to Zion's happy hill;
Welcome where zealous hearts obey
One blessed law-Immanuel's will.
2 Welcome to Jesus' gentle reign,
Free from the foe's malignant eye;
For God has loosed thy tyrant's chain,
And love's soft beams its place supply.
3 But stop-we have not reached our rest;
We're pilgrims through a hostile land;
Oft by the foe we're sorely prest,
And dangers frown on ev'ry hand.
4 Yet welcome to our conflict still;
Danger has lost its deadly power;
Immanuel's hand, with wondrous skill,
With victory crowns the final hour.
5 Brethren in Christ!-by this new name
Our joyful hearts your coming greet:
Joyful, yet trembling, lest we shame
That cause in which our hearts now meet,
6 Yet look to Christ, our Captain, King!
His arm can shield our dangerous way,
And safe each faithful soul will bring
Up to his courts of endless day.
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