5 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, And call the nations from afar ;

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Let all the isles their Saviour know, And earth's remotest ends draw near. On all our souls let grace descend, Like heav'nly dew in copious showers, That we may call our God our friend, That we may hail salvation ours. 7 Then shall each age and rank agree, United shouts of joy to raise

And Zion made a praise by thee,
To thee shall render back the praise.

Hymn 51. L. M.

Prayer for the Spread of the Gospel. 1 THY people, Lord, who trust thy word, And wait the smilings of thy face, Assemble round thy mercy-seat, And plead the promise of thy grace. 2 We consecrate these hours to thee, Thy sovereign mercy to entreat; And feel some animating hope, We shall divine acceptance meet. 3 Hast thou not sworn to give thy Son, To be a light to Gentile lands; To open the benighted eye,

And loose the wretched pris'ner's bands?

4 Hast thou not said from sea to sea
His vast dominions shall extend?

That ev'ry tongue shall call him Lord,
And ev'ry knee before him bend?

5 Now let the happy time appear,
The time to favor Sion come;
Send forth thy heralds far and near,
To call thy banish'd children home.

Hymn 52. C. M.

On a Public Fast.

1 SEE, gracious God, before thy throne,
Thy mourning people bend!
'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone
Our humble hopes depend.

2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand
Thy dreadful pow'r display;

Yet mercy spares this guilty land,.
And yet we live to pray.

3 Great God, and is our country spar'd,
Ungrateful as we are?

O, be thine awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries, forbear!

4 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the christian name!

5 Ọ, bid us turn, almighty Lord,
By thy resistless grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.

6 Then should insulting foes invade,
We shall not sink in fear;

Secure of never failing aid,
If God, our God, is near.

Fast Hymn. Luke v. 34, 35.

1 WHILE God on Zion smiles in love, And heav'nly dews distil around, The saints rejoice, and soar above, Nor fast, nor mourning-day is found. 2 But when the bridegroom takes his flight, The church soon wears a sable gloom;

The day is turn'd to dismal night, And fasting then may well have room. 3 The bridegroom's voice here once was known, His children walk'd in light and love: But now, O, where has Jesus gone! Whither has flown the heav'nly dove? 4 Our day of fasting now has come, Well may we weep before the Lord; We dwell like strangers, far from home, We sigh to hear some cheering word. 5 Return, O Jesus! quick return,

Return and cheer thy drooping vine;
Shall we thy absence longer mourn?
For thou art ours, and we are thine.
6 Thy work of grace, O God, revive;
Come raise our hearts and souls above;
Make all our christian graces thrive,
And turn our fast to feasts of love.

Pleading for Mercy. For a Fast Day.

1 COME, let our souls adore the Lord,
Whose judgments yet delay;
Who yet suspends the lifted sword,
And gives us leave to pray.

2 Great is our guilt, our fears are great,
But let us not despair;
Still open is the mercy-seat,
To penitence and prayer:

3 Kind intercessor, to thy love,
This blessed hope we owe;
O, let thy merits plead above,
While we implore below.

4 O, gracious God, for Jesus' sake,
Attend thy people's cry;

Nor let the kindling vengeance break
Destructive from thine eye.

5 Though justice, near thy awful throne,
Attends thy dread command,
Lord, hear thy servants, hear thy Son,
And save a guilty land.

For a Time of General Sickness.

1 DEATH, with his dread commission seal'd, Now hastens to his arms;

In awful state he takes the field,
And sounds his dire alarms.

2 Attendant plagues around him stand,
And wait his dread command;
And pains, and dying groans obey
The signal of his hand.

3 With cruel force he scatters round
His shafts of deadly power;

While the grave waits its destin'd prey,
Impatient to devour.

4 Sovereign of life, we own thy hand,
In ev'ry chasteuing stroke ;
And while we smart beneath thy rod,
Thy presence we invoke.

5 To thee, in our distress we cry;
Lord bow thy gracious ear:
O, let thy word our life prolong,
And bring salvation near!

6 Then in the courts of righteousness,
With all the pious throng,

We will record our solemn vows,
And tune our grateful song.

1 WHILE justice waves her vengeful hand
Tremendous o'er a guilty land,
Almighty God, thy awful pow'r
With fear and trembling we adore.

2 Where shall we fly but to thy feet? ·
Our only refuge is thy seat;

Thy seat, where potent mercy pleads, And holds thy thunder from our heads. 3 While peace and plenty blest our days, Where was the tribute of our praise ? Ungrateful race! how have we spent The blessings which thy goodness lent! 4 [Pale famine now, and wasting war, With threat'ning frown, thy wrath declare; But war and famine are thy slaves, Nor can destroy when mercy saves.] 5 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye; Though loud our crimes for vengeance cry; Let mercy's louder voice prevail, Nor thy long-suff'ring patience fail.

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6 Encourag'd by thy sacred word,
May we not plead thy promise, Lord,
That when an humble nation mourns,
Thy rising wrath to pity turns?

70 let thy sovereign grace impart
Contrition to each rocky heart;
And bid sincere repentance flow,
In general, undissembled wo.
8 [Fair smiling peace again restore;
With plenty bless the pining poor :
And may a happy, thankful land,
Obedient own thy guardian hand.]