His candlestick has been remov'd
From churches once privileg'd thus; But though we unworthy have prov'd, It still is continu'd to us.
4 For so many mercies receiv'd, Alas! what returns have we made? His Spirit we often have griev'd, And evil for good have repaid: How well it becomes us to cry,
"Oh! who is a God like to thee? "Who passest iniquities by,
"And plungest them deep in the sea!"
5 To Jesus, who sits on the throne, Our best hallelujahs we bring ; To thee it is owing alone
That we are permitted to sing: Assist us, we pray, to lament
The sins of the year that is past; And grant that the next may be spent Far more to thy praise than the last.
1 LET hearts and tongues unite, And loud thanksgivings raise: 'Tis duty mingl'd with delight, To sing the Saviour's praise.
2 To him we owe our breath, He took us from the womb, Which else had shut us up in death, And prov'd an early tomb.
3 When on the breast we hung,
Our help was in the Lord;
'Twas he first taught our infant tongue To form the lisping word.
4 When in our blood we lay, He would not let us die, Because his love had fix'd a day
To bring salvation nigh.
5 In childhood and in youth, His eye was on us still;
Though strangers to his love and truth, And prone to cross his will.
6 And since his name we knew, How gracious has he been;
What dangers has he led us through, What mercies have we seen!
7 Now through another year, Supported by his care,
We raise our Ebenezer here, "The Lord has help'd thus far."
8 Our lot in future years
Unable to foresee,
He kindly to prevent our fears, Says, "Leave it all to me."
9 Yea, Lord, we wish to cast Our cares upon thy breast!
Help us to praise thee for the past, And trust thee for the rest.
XLIII. On opening a Place for social Prayer.
1 O LORD, our languid souls inspire, For here, we trust, thou art! Send down a coal of heav'nly fire, To warm each waiting heart.
2 Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear, Thy presence now display; As thou hast giv'n a place for pray'r, So give us hearts to pray.
3 Show us some token of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise ; And pour thy blessings from above, That we may render praise.
4. Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord dwell; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal.
5 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humbled mind bestow; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow!
6 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith present our pray❜rs; And, in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares.
And may the Gospel's joyful sound, Enforc'd by mighty grace,
Awaken many sinners round, To come and fill the place,
1 JESUS, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confin'd, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring thee where they come, And going, take thee to their home.
3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew; Here, to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name.
4 Here may we prove the pow'r of pray'r, To strengthen faith and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heav'n before our eyes.
5 Behold, at thy commanding word, We stretch the curtain and the cord*; Come thou and fill this wider space, And bless us with a large increase.
6 Lord, we are few, but thou art near; Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear; Oh! rend the heav'ns, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts thine own!
XLV. The Lord's Day.
1 How welcome to the saints, when press'd With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Is the returning day of rest,
Which hides them from the world a while!
2 Now from the throng withdrawn away, They seem to breathe a diff'rent air; Compos'd and soft'ned by the day, All things another aspect wear.
3 How happy if their lot is cast
Where statedly the Gospel sounds! The word is honey to their taste, [wounds! Renews their strength, and heals their
4 Though pinch'd with poverty at home, With sharp afflictions daily fed, It makes amends, if they can come To God's own house for heav'nly bread!
5 With joy they hasten to the place
Where they their Saviour oft have met; And while they feast upon his grace, Their burdens and their griefs forget.
6 This favour'd lot my friends is ours, May we the privilege improve, And find these consecrated hours
Sweet earnests of the joys above!
7 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord: Here we thy promis'd presence seek ; Open thine hand, with blessings stor'd, And give us manna for the week.
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