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4 Then, if thou thy help afford,
Ebenezers shall be rear'd;

All our souls shall praise the Lord
Who our poor petitions heard.

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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,
And scorners rise up in their room.

2 While Satan's troops are bold,
And thrive in number too,
The flocks in Jesu's fold

Are growing lank and few;

Old sheep are moving off each year,
And few lambs in the folds appear.

3 Old shepherds too retire,

Who gather'd flocks below;
And young ones catch no fire,
Or worldly prudent grow;

Few run with trumpets in their hand,
To sound alarms by sea and land.

4 O Lord, stir up thy pow'r

To make the gospel spread,
And send out preachers more,
With voice to raise the dead;

With feet to run where thou dost call,
With faith to fight and conquer all!

5 The flocks that long have dwelt
Around fair Zion's hill,

And thy sweet grace have felt,
Uphold and feed them still;

But fresh folds build up every where,
And plenteously thy truth declare!

6 As one Elijah dies,

True prophet of the Lord,
Let some Elisha rise,

To blaze the gospel word;

And, fast as sheep to Jesus go,
May lambs recruit his folds below!

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This is my comfort in my affliction, for thy word hath quickened me. Psalm cxix, 50.

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THAT I knew I had of life,
Eternal life, one spark within;
How would it lighten every load
Of this world's sorrow, guilt, and sin!

2 What searchings, diligent and deep,
For this are made within my heart!
But all conclusion ends in doubt,
Or settles on the hopeless part.......

3 Ah, happy David! favour'd saint!
What consolation strengthen'd thee!
In all afflictions thou could'st say,
"Thy word, O Lord, hath quicken'd me."

L. M.

4 But no such consolation's mine;
I sink beneath each whelming wave;
Not knowing if I've life within,

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Not knowing whether Christ will save!

5 In God's almighty hand I amje zde bež
Beneath its heavy weight I bend;
With sins and fears wage hourly war,
Not knowing how the strife will end!
6 Come, trembling heart, feed not despair,
Though thus with every tempest tost;
Christ Jesus heals, and binds, and saves,
The sick, the wounded, and the lost!

If thou'rt a sinner lost indeed,
Thou hast within the life of God;
Christ gave that life; and thou shalt find,
At length, redemption in his blood!

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,
Could we know thee as thou art,
Ev'ry power would glow in duty,
And thy love absorb the heart.

L.M.

3 Thou alone, all-gracious Spirit,
Canst this wondrous love reveal;
Testify of his full merit,

And our souls replenish'd seal.
4 Godhead in our nature veiling,
Did he leave the realms on high;
Suffer shame, reproach, and railing,
And in anguish bleed and die!

5 When of heaven and earth forsaken,
Him what agonies befell!

Then by treach'rous rebels taken,
Whom his frown could dash to hell!
6 Did the wrath of God assail him,
Borne for us upon the tree!
Chief among ten thousand hail him!
Altogether lovely He!

70 how oft our ill requitings
Might his anger justly move!
Yet, midst our ungrateful slightings,
Still unchangeable his love!

8 Pearl of price! in amplest measure
Thou to us thyself impart;

Be our chief and only treasure,
And as such attract the heart!

202.

Ask what I shall give thee.

1 Kings iii. 5.

8. M.

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BEHOLD the throne of grace! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shews a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer.

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That rich atoning blood,

Which sprinkled round I see,

Provides, for those who come to God,
An all-prevailing plea.

My soul, ask what thou wilt,

Thou canst not be too bold;

Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold?

Beyond thy utmost wants

His love and pow'r can bless;
To praying souls he always grants
More than they can express.

Since 'tis the Lord's command,
My mouth I open wide;

Lord, open thou thy bounteous hand,
That I may be supplied!

Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love!
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.

Teach me to live by faith,
Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine!

If thou these blessings give,
And wilt my portion be,

Cheerful the world's poor toys I leave

To them who know not thee.

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