Then let us earnest be,
And never faint in pray'r;
He loves our importunity,
And makes our cause his care.
I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction.
Isa. xlviii. 10. [Tune, Pilgrim.
1 Sons of God, in tribulation
Let your eyes the Saviour view,
He's the rock of our salvation,
He was tried and tempted too,
All to succour
Ev'ry tempted burden'd son!
2 'Tis, if need be, he reproves us, Lest we settle on our lees;
Yet he in the furnace loves us;
'Tis express'd in words like these,
"I am with thee,
Mine, tho' passing thro' the fire."
3 To his church, his joy and treasure,
Ev'ry trial works for good;
They are dealt in weight and measure,
Yet how little understood!
But all sent in cov'nant love.
4 With afflictions he may scourge us,
Send a cross for ev'ry day;
Blast our gourds, and try and purge us,
Take our dross and tin away,
Make the fire,
Stir us up to watch and pray!
5 If to day he deign to bless us
With a sense of pardon'd sin,
Perhaps tomorrow he'll distress us,
Make us feel the plague within;
All to make us
Sick of self and fond of him!
This do in remembrance of me. Luke xxii. 19. L.M.
1 'Twas on that dark and doleful night,
When pow'rs of death and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betray'd him to his foes;
2 Before the mournful scene began
He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake;
What love thro' all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake !
3 "This is my body broke for sin,
Receive and eat the living food;"
Then took the cup and bless'd the wine,
""Tis the new cov'nant of my blood."
4 "Do this," he said, "till time shall end,
In mem'ry of your dying friend;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord."
5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
We shew thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.
A Garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse.
a garden wall'd around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot enclosed by grace
Out of the word's wide wilderness.
2 Like spicy trees believers stand,
Planted by God the Father's hand;
And all the springs in Zion flow
To make this young plantation grow.
3 Awake, O heav'nly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume!
Spirit divine, descend, and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.
4 Make our best spices flow abroad
To entertain our Saviour God;
Let faith, and love, and joy appear,
And ev'ry grace be active here.
For of him, and through him, and to him, are all things; to whom be glory for ever.
1 IN Christ my treasure's all contain'd;
By Him my feeble soul's sustain'd;
From Him I all things do receive;
Through Him my soul does daily live.
2 With Him I daily love to walk;
Of Him my soul delights to talk;
On Him I cast my ev'ry care;
Like Him one day I shall appear.
3 Bless Him, my soul, from day to day;
Trust Him to bring thee on thy way;
Give Him thy poor, weak, sinful heart;
With Him O never, never part.
4 Take Him for strength and righteousness;
Make Him thy refuge in distress;
Love Him above all earthly joy,
And Him in ev'ry thing employ.
5 Praise Him in cheerful, grateful songs;
To Him your highest praise belongs;
"Tis Him who does your heav'n prepare,
And Him you'll praise for ever there!
O Lord, revive thy work. Hab. iii. 2.
Tune, Redeeming Grace.
1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation;
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation,
Unless thou return again.
Lord, revive us;
All our help must come from thee!
2 Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high;
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Every plant should droop and die!
Lord, &c.
3 Surely once thy garden flourish'd, Every part look'd gay and green, Then thy word our spirits nourish'd; Happy seasons we have seen! Lord, &c.
4 But a drought has since succeeded,
And a sad decline we see ;
Lord, thy help is greatly needed;
Help can only come from thee!
Lord, &c.
5 Where are those we counted leaders,
Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth;
Old professors, tall as cedars,
Bright examples to our youth?
Lord, &c.
6 Some, in whom we once delighted,
We shall meet no more below;
Some, alas, we fear are blighted,
Scarce a single leaf they show!
Lord, &c.
7 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom again;
O! permit them not to wither,
Let not all our hopes be vain!
Lord, &c.
8 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayers;
Let each one esteem'd thy servant
Shun the world's bewitching snares!
Lord, &c.
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