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2 The prayer that oft bath stay'd
The saints in their remove,
And in the vale their souls delay'd,
T' enhance 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 mind;


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

Hymn 286. P. M.

If we suffer, we shall also reign with hip
2 Tim. ii. 12.

AND shall I, Lord, the cup decline,
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 reign.
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 cannot there thy cup partake;
I cannot suffer there.

4 Full 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 tribulation, and have washed their robes. Rev. vii. 14.


JESUS, thy gracious name I bless!

Sorrow is joy, and pain is ease,

To those that trust in thee:

All things together work for good
To me, the purchase of thy blood,
The much-lov'd sinner, 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 thou 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,
Aud 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.

THROW away thy rod!
O throw away thy wrath!
My gracious Saviour and my God,
O take the gentle path!

2 Thou seest my heart's desire,
Still unto thee is bent;
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.

40 throw away thy rod !

O throw away thy wrath!

My gracious Saviour and my God,
O take the gentle path!


And for all that are in authority. 1 Tim. il.2.

Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers; for there is no power but of God. Rom. xiii. 1.

Wherefore ye must needs be subject, not only for wrath, but also for conscience sake. Rom. xiii. 5.

Hymn 289. C. M.

Or unto governors. 1 Peter ii. 14.

OULER of all, whose will ordains,

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 him to thy throne:
Receive thine own peculiar care;
The Lord's anointed 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.


GUARD him from all who 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,
And bless his mild command.

3 To those who thee in him obey,
The Spirit of grace impart!
His head his faithful burden lay
On every praying heart!

4 Still let us pray and never cease,
"Defend him, Lord, defend!
"'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.

1 A 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;,

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