4 Then, if thou thy help afford, All our souls shall praise the Lord 199. Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men. [Tune, Messiah. Psalm xii. 1. 1 SEND help, O Lord, we pray, And thy own gospel bless, For godly men decay, And faithful pastors cease; The righteous are removed home, 2 While Satan's troops are bold, Are growing lank and few; Old sheep are moving off each year, 3 Old shepherds too retire, Who gather'd flocks below; Few run with trumpets in their hand, 4 O Lord, stir up thy pow'r To make the gospel spread, With feet to run where thou dost call, 5 The flocks that long have dwelt And thy sweet grace have felt, But fresh folds build up every where, 6 As one Elijah dies, True prophet of the Lord, To blaze the gospel word; And, fast as sheep to Jesus go, 200. This is my comfort in my affliction, for thy word hath quickened me. Psalm cxix, 50. THAT I knew I had of life, 2 What searchings, diligent and deep, 3 Ah, happy David! favour'd saint! L. M. 4 But no such consolation's mine; Not knowing whether Christ will save! 5 In God's almighty hand I amje zde bež If thou'rt a sinner lost indeed, 201. Set your affections on things above, not on things on the earth, Col. iii. 2. Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Matt. vi. 21. 1 PEARL of price, thy condescension, Boundless, infinite, divine, Far surpasses comprehension, E'en in those thou own'st as thine. 2 Could we view thy matchless beauty, L.M. 3 Thou alone, all-gracious Spirit, And our souls replenish'd seal. 5 When of heaven and earth forsaken, Then by treach'rous rebels taken, 70 how oft our ill requitings 8 Pearl of price! in amplest measure Be our chief and only treasure, 202. Ask what I shall give thee. 1 Kings iii. 5. 8. M. 1 BEHOLD the throne of grace! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shews a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round I see, Provides, for those who come to God, My soul, ask what thou wilt, Thou canst not be too bold; Since his own blood for thee he spilt, Beyond thy utmost wants His love and pow'r can bless; Since 'tis the Lord's command, Lord, open thou thy bounteous hand, Thine image, Lord, bestow, Teach me to live by faith, If thou these blessings give, Cheerful the world's poor toys I leave To them who know not thee. |