5 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year, &c.

6 Jesus, our great high priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls, be glad :

8 The year of jubilee is come,

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home!

TOPLADY.

HYMN 133. C. M. Zion. Hymn 2d. [* b]

The Lord's Prayer.

1F Who dwell'st in heaven adored;
ATHER of all, we bow to thee,

But present still through all thy works,
The universal Lord.

2 Forever hallowed be thy name,
By all below the skies;

And may thy kingdom still advance,
Till grace to glory rise.

3 Thy glorious purpose, Lord, fulfill;
Let all thy glory see;

And, as in heaven thy will is done,
On earth so let it be.

4 Our wants with every morning grow,
With food these wants supply;

And on our souls the BREAD bestow
To eat-and never die!

5 Our sins before thee we confess;
O may they be forgiven!

As we to others mercy show,
We mercy beg of heaven.

6 Still let thy grace our life direct;
From evil guard our way:

And in temptation's fatal path
Permit us not to stray.

7 For thine's the power, the kingdom thine,

All glory's due to thee:

Thine from eternity they were,

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And thine shall ever be.

HYMN 134. L. M. Armley. [b*]
Exhortation to Prayer.

WHAT various hind'rances we meet,

In coming to a mercy seat!

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;

Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees.

e 4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;

But when through weariness they failed,
That moment Amalek prevailed.

5 Have you no words? Ah, think again;
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill a fellow-creature's ear

With the sad tale of all your care.

6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord hath done for me.'

COWPER.

HYMN 135. 7s. Fairfax. [*]
Power of Prayer. Acts xii. 5—12.

1 IN themselves as weak as stand,

How can poor believers stand, When temptations, foes, and storms, Press them close on every hand? 2 Weak indeed they feel they are, But they know the throne of grace; And the God, who answers prayer, Helps them when they seek his face. 3 Though the Lord awhile delay, Succour they at length obtain ;

He who taught their hearts to pray,
Will not let them cry in vain.

4 Wrestling prayer can wonders do,
Bring relief in deepest straits;
Prayer can force a passage through
Iron bars and brazen gates.

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NEWTON

HYMN 136. C. M. Bangor. [b]

Public Fast. Joel i. 14.

EE, gracious Lord, before thy throne,
Thy mourning people bend!

"Tis on thy sovereign grace alone,

Our humble hopes depend.

e 2 Tremendous judgments, from thy hand, Thy dreadful powers display;

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Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

3 How changed, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!

What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name.

4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
By thy resistless grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.

o 5 Then, should insulting foes invade,
We shall not sink in fear;

o Secure of never-failing aid,

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When God, our God, is near.

STEELE.

HYMN 137. C. M. Wantage. [b]

Public Fast. Gen. xviii. 23–32.

W Before Jehovah stood;

Abrah'm, full of sacred awe,

And with a humble fervent prayer,

For guilty Sodoin sued :

2 With what success, what wondrous grace

Was his petition crowned!

The Lord would spare, if in that place

Ten righteous men were found.

3 And could a single holy soul
So rich a boon obtain ?

Great God, and shall a nation pray,
And plead with thee in vain?

o 4 Still we are thine-we bear thy name;

Here yet is thine abode;

o Long has thy presence blessed our landForsake us not, O God!

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SCOTT.

HYMN 138. L. M. Worship. [b]

Public Fast. Ezek. ix. 4-6.

RIGHTEOUS God, thou Judge supreme, We tremble at thy dreadful name! And all our crying guilt we own, In dust and tears before thy throne. e 2 So manifold our crimes have been, Such crimson tincture dyes our sin, That, could we all its horrors know, Our streaming eyes with blood might flow. o 3 Estranged from reverential awe, We trample on thy sacred law:

p And though such wonders grace has done, Anew we crucify thy Son.

e 4 Justly might this polluted land

Prove all the vengeance of thy hand;

a And bathed in heaven, thy sword might come,
To drink our blood and seal our doom.

e 5 Yet hast thou not a remnant here,
Whose souls are filled with pious fear?
O bring thy wonted mercy nigh,
While prostrate at thy feet they lie.
p 6 Behold their tears, attend their moan,
Nor turn away their secret groan :

With these we join our humble prayer;

Our nation shield, our country spare. Doddridge.

HYMN 139. L. M. Psalm 97th. [b]

Fast. God's Controversy. Mic. vi. 1-3.

el LISTEN, ye hills; ye mountains, hear;

Jehovah vindicates his laws;

Trembling in silence at his bar,

Thou earth, attend thy Maker's cause.

d 2 Israel, appear; present thy plea;
And charge th' Almighty to his face;
Say, if his rules oppressive be;
Say, if defective be his grace.

e 3 Eternal Judge, the action cease;

Our lips are sealed in conscious shame; b 'Tis ours in sackcloth to confess, -And thine, the sentence to proclaim. 4 Ten thousand witnesses arise; Thy mercies and our crimes appear More than the stars that deck the skies, And all our dreadful guilt declare. e 5 How shall we come before thy face, And in thine awful presence bow? What offerings can secure thy grace, Or calm the terrors of thy brow? e 6 Thousands of rams in vain might bleed; Rivers of oil might blaze in vain; Or the first-born's devoted head With horrid gore thine altar stain. -7 But thy own Lamb, all-gracious God, Whom impious sinners dared to slay: o Has sovereign virtue in his blood To purge the nation's guilt away. -8 With humble faith to that we fly, With that may we be sprinkled o'er; Trembling no more in dust we lie,

And dread thy hand and bar no more. DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 140. L. M.

Weldon. [*]

Thanksgiving: Seasons crowned with Goodness.Ps.lxv.11. 1 TERNAL Source of every joy!

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Well may thy praise our lips employ;

While in thy temple we appear,

To hail thee Sovereign of the year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole;
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, softened by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.