2 Yet, though adorn'd in glorious state,
Thou wilt not there thy church forget;
Nor like a widow'd matron leave
Thy spouse disconsolate to grieve.
3 The channel, which so long convey'd
Refreshment from the fountain head,
From hence removed, with anxious eye
To thee, that Fountain Head, we fly.
4 Fulfil thine ancient promise, Lord,
And send a steward of thy word,
Whose single eye, and well-taught zeal,
Shall seek thy praise and Zion's weal.
5 Or, if this promise thou withhold,
From wolves disguised protect thy fold,
And from thine own refulgent grace
Maintain our souls in life and peace.
6 Our trials from thine hand we view,
In number, weight, and measure true;
The needful strength wilt thou supply,
And work our benefit thereby.
7 For mercies past we bless the Lord,
For future wants we plead his word,
Ascribing all salvation's cost
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
T. BENSLEY, Printer, Crane Court, Fleet Street, London.