5 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, And call the nations from afar ; 6 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, 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 That ev'ry tongue shall call him Lord, 5 Now let the happy time appear, Hymn 52. C. M. On a Public Fast. 1 SEE, gracious God, before thy throne, 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand Yet mercy spares this guilty land,. 3 Great God, and is our country spar'd, O, be thine awful warnings heard, 4 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine, 5 Ọ, bid us turn, almighty Lord, Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 6 Then should insulting foes invade, Secure of never failing aid, 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; Pleading for Mercy. For a Fast Day. 1 COME, let our souls adore the Lord, 2 Great is our guilt, our fears are great, 3 Kind intercessor, to thy love, 4 O, gracious God, for Jesus' sake, Nor let the kindling vengeance break 5 Though justice, near thy awful throne, 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, 2 Attendant plagues around him stand, 3 With cruel force he scatters round While the grave waits its destin'd prey, 4 Sovereign of life, we own thy hand, 5 To thee, in our distress we cry; 6 Then in the courts of righteousness, We will record our solemn vows, 1 WHILE justice waves her vengeful hand 2 Where shall we fly but to thy feet? · 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. " 6 Encourag'd by thy sacred word, 70 let thy sovereign grace impart |