2 The prayer that oft bath stay'd

The saints in their remove,
And in the vale their souls delay'd,

Tenhance their joys above. 3 According to thy will,

If now thy Spirit prays;
The prayer of faith the sick shall heal,

And lengthen out his days.
4 Thou know'st the Spirit's wind;

To us, O Lord, unknown;
But lo! we wait on thee, resiga'd,
Till all thy will be done.

Hymn 286. P. M.
If we suffer, we shall also reign with hip.

2 Tim. ii. 12.

So wisely mix'd by love divine,
And tasted first by thee?
The bitter draught thou drankest up,
And but this single sacred drop

Hast thou reserv'd for me.
2 Lo! I receive it at thy hand,
And bear, by thy benign command,

The salutary pain;
With thee to live, I gladly die,
And suffer here, (above the sky)

With thee, my God, to reigo.
3 Here only can I show my love,
By suff'ring my obedience prove;

But when thy heav'n I share,

I cannot mourn for Jesu's sake;
I cappot there thy cup partake;

I cannot suffer there.
4 Fall gladly then for thee I grieve;
The honour of thy cross receive,

And bless the happy load :
Who would not in thy footsteps tread?
Who would not bow with thee his head,
And sympathize with God?

Hymn 287. P. M.
These are they which came out of great tribulu-

tion, and have washed their robes. Rev. vii. 14.

1

!

Sorrow is joy, and pain is ease,
To those that trust in thec :
All things together work for good
To me, the purchase of thy blood,

The much-lov'd sinuer, me.
2 In hope, as now thy cross I bear,
I shall thy heavenly kingdom share,

And take my seat above;
Celestial joy is in this pain ;
It tells me, I with thee shall reign

In everlasting love.
3 The more my sufferings here increase,
The greater is my future bliss;

And thoù my griefs dost tell:
They in thy book are noted down ;
A jewel added to my crown,

Is every pain I feel.

4 So be it, then, if thou ordain ;
Crowd all my happy life with pain,

Avd let me daily die:
I bow, and bless the sacred sign,
And bear the cross by grace divine,

Which lifts me to the sky.

Hymn 288. S. M.

But though he cause grief, yet will he have

compassion, according to the multitude of his mercies. Lam. iii. 32.

*O

O throw away thy wrath !
My gracious Saviour and my God,

O take the gentle path!
2 Thou seest my beart's desire,

Still unto thee is bept;
Still does my longing soul aspire

To an entire consent.

3 0 then, let wrath remove;

For love will do the deed!
Love will the conquest gain ; with love

E'en stony hearts will bleed. 4 O throw away thy rod !

O throw away thy wrath !
My gracious Saviour and my God,

o take the gentle path!

FOR THE RULERS. And for all that are in authority. Tim. i1.2. Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers ;

for there is no power but of God. Rom. xiji. 1. Wherefore ye must needs be subject, not only

for wrath, but also for conscience sqke. Rom. xiii. 5.

Hymn 289. C. M.

Or unto governors. 1 Peter ii. 14.

By whom our rightful ruler reigns,

Subject to laws and thee.

2 Stir up thy power; appear, appear,

And for our ruler fight : Support thy ruling servant here,

And vindicate his right. 3 Lo ! in the arms of faith and prayer,

We bear bim to thy thrope: Receive thine own peculiar care;

The Lord's apointed one.
4 With favour look upon his face:

Thy love's pavilion spread!
And watchful troops of angels place

Around his faithful head.

Hymn 290. C. M. For he is the minister of God to thee for good.

Rom. xiii. 4.

PART SECOND.

GUAR Drobime from all webdo dare oppose,

Our president and Thee;
From open and from secret foes,

From force and perfidy!
2 Let us for conscience' sake revere

The ruler of our land;
Honour and love thine image here,

Aod bless his mild command. 3 To thuse who thee in him obey,

The Spirit of grace impart!
His head bis faithful burden lay

On every praying heart!
4 Still let us pray and never cease,

“ Defend him, Lord, defend!
65 'Stablish his rule in glorious peace;
“ And save him to the end!"

Hymn 291. P. M.
He hath not dealt so with any nation,

Psalm cxlvii. 20.
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А

NATION God delights to bless

Can all our raging foes distress
Or hurt whom they surround!
Hid from the general scourge we are;
Nor see the bloody waste of war,

Nor hear the trumpet's sound;