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5 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow,
And call the nations from afar;
And earth's remotest ends draw near. 6 On all our souls let grace descend,
Like heav'nly dew in copious showers,
That we may hail salvation ours.
United shouts of joy to raise ;
To thee shall render back the praise.
L. M. Prayer for the Spread of the Gospet. 1 Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word,
And wait the smilings of thy face,
And plead the promise of thy grace. 2 We consecrate these hours to thee,
Thy sovereign mercy to entreat;
We shall divine acceptance meet.
To be a light to Gentile lands;
And loose the wretched prisner's bands? 4 Hast thou not said from sea to sea
His vast dominions shall extend ?
And ev'ry knee before him bend ? 5 Now let the happy time appear,
The time to fayor Sion come ;
Hymn 52. C. M.
On a Public Fast.
Thy mourning people bend!
Our humble hopes depend. 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand
Thy dreadful pow'r display ;
And yet we live to pray. 3 Great God, and is our country spar'd,
Ungrateful as we are ?
While mercy cries, forbear! 4 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!
Disgrace the christian name! 5 O, bid us turn, almighty Lord,
By thy resistless grace;
And humbly seek thy face.
We shall not sink in fear;
If God, our God, is near.
Hymn 53. L. M.
Fast Hymn. Luke v. 34, 35. 1 While God on Zion smiles in love,
And heav'nly dews distil around,
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 :
Whither has flown the heav'nly dove? 4 Our day of fasting now has come,
Well may we weep before the Lord;
We sigh to hear some cheering word. 5 Return, O Jesus ! quick return,
Return and cheer thy drooping vine ;
For thou art ours, and we are thine. 6 Thy work of grace, O God, revive ;
Come raise our hearts and souls above;
Hymn 54. C. M. 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 ; 0, let thy merits plead above,
While we implore below. 4 0, gracious God, for Jesus' sake,
Åttend thy people's cry;
Nor let the kindling vengeance break
Destructive from thine eye.
Atiends thy dread cohimand,
And save a guilty land.
Hymn 55. C. M.
For a Time of General Sickness. 1 Death, with his dread commission seal'd,
Now hastens to his arms ;
And sounds his dire alarms.
And wait his dread command;
The signal of his hand.
His shafts of deadly power;
Impatient to devour.
In ev'ry chastening stroke ;
Thy presence we invoke.
Lord bow thy gracious ear:
And bring salvation near!
With all the pious throng,
Hymn 56. L. M.
Prayer for Peace.
Tremendous o'er a guilty land,
With fear and trembling we adore.
Our only refuge is thy seat;
And holds thy thunder from our heads.
Where was the tribute of our praise ?
The blessings which thy goodness lent ! 4 [Pale famine now, and wasting war,
With threat'ning frown, thy wrath declare;
Nor can destroy when mercy saves.]
Though loud our crimes for vengeance cry;
Nor thy long-suff'ring patience fail. 6 Encourag'd by thy sacred word,
May we not plead thy promise, Lord,
Thy rising wrath to pity turns ?
Contrition to each rocky heart;
In general, undissembled wo.
With plenty bless the pining poor :