7 We thank thee for thy day, O LORD,
Here we thy promis'd prefence feek;
Open thine hand, with bleffings ftor'd,
And give us Manna for the week.

XLVI. Gospel privileges.

Happy they who know the LORD,
With whom he deigns to dwell!
He feeds and chears them by his word,
His arm fupports them well.

2 To them, in each diftreffing hour,
His throne of grace is near;

And when they plead his love and pow'r
He ftands engag'd to hear.

3 He help'd his faints in ancient days,
Who trufted in his name;
And we can witnefs, to his praise,
His love is ftill the fame.

4 Wand'ring in fin, our fouls he found,
And bid us feek his face;
Gave us to hear the gofpel found,
And tafte the gospel grace.

5

Oft in his houfe his glory fhines

Before our wond'ring eyes;

We wish not, then, for golden mines,
Or ought beneath the fkies.

6 His prefence fweetens all our cares,
And makes our burdens light;
A word from him difpels our fears,
And glides the gloom of night.

7 LORD,

7

LORD, we expect to fuffer here,
Nor would we dare repine;

But give us, ftill, to find thee near,
And own us, ftill, for thine.

8 Let us enjoy and highly prize,
These tokens of thy love;
Till thou shalt bid our spirits rife,
To worship thee above.

APPY are they to whom the LORD
His gracious name makes known!
And by his Spirit, and his word,
Adopts them for his own!

2 He calls them to his mercy-feat,
And hears their humble pray'r;
And when within his house they meet.
They find his prefence near.

3 The force of their united cries
No pow'r can long withstand;
For JESUS helps them from the skies,
By his almighty hand.

ntains fink at once to plains,.

from darknefs fprings;

lofs improves their gains, Fort brings.

or revile,

fmall; ESUS fmile,

or all.

6 Tho' meanly clad, and coarsely fed, And, like their Saviour, poor:

7

They would not change their gofpel bread
For all the worldling's ftore.

When chear'd with faith's fublimer joys,
They mount on eagle's wings;
They can difdain, as children's toys,
The pride and pomp of kings.

8 Dear LORD, affift our fouls to pay
The debt of praise we owe;
That we enjoy a gofpel day,
And heav'n begun below.

XLVIII, Praise for the continuance of the
gospel, (b).

NCE, while we aim'd at Zion's fongs,
A fudden mourning check'd our tongues!
Then we were call'd to fow in tears,
The feeds of joy for future years.

a Oft as that memorable hour

The changing year brings round again; We meet to praife the love and pow'r Which heard our cries, and eas'd our pain. 3 Come, ye who trembled for the ark, Unite in praise for anfwer'd pray'r! Did not the LORD our forrows mark? Did not our fighing reach his ear?

1) Wherever a feparation is threatened between a minifter eople who dearly love each other, this hymn may be as de as it was once in Olney.

4 Then fmaller griefs were laid aside,
And all our cares fumnn'd up in one;
"Let us but have thy word, we cry'd,
In other things, thy will be done,"
5 Since he has granted our request,
And we still hear the gofpel voice;
Altho' by many trials preft,

In this we can, and will rejoice.. 6 Tho' to our lot temptations fall, 'Tho' pain and want, and cares annoy; The precious gofpel fweetens all,And yields us med'cine, food, and joy.

GLa

XLIX. A famine of the word. Ladnefs was fpread thro' Ifrael's hoft When firft they Manna view'd; They labour'd who fhould gather most, And thought it pleasant food.

2 But when they had it long enjoy'd
From day to day, the fame;

Their hearts were by the plenty cloy'd,
Altho' from heav'n it came.

3 Thus gospel bread at first is priz'd,
And makes a people glad;

4

But afterwards, too much difpis'd,
When easy to be had :

But fhould the LORD, difpleas'd, withhold
The bread his mercy fends;

To have our houses fill'd with gold
Would make but poor amends.

5 How tedious would the week appear,
How dull the fabbath prove?

Could

Could we no longer meet to hear
The precious truths we love?
6 How would believing parents bear
To leave their heedless youth,
Expos'd to ev'ry fatal fnare,
Without the light of truth?

7 The gofpel, and a praying few
Our bulwark long have prov'd;
But OLNEY fure the day will rue
When these shall be remov'd.

8 Then fin, in this once favour'd town,
Will triumph unreftrain'd;

And wrath and vengeance haften down,
No more by pray'r detain'd:

9 Preferve us from this judgment, Lord,
For JESUS' fake we plead;

A famine of the gofpel word
Would be a stroke indeed!

L. Prayer for ministers.

Chief Shepherd of thy chofen sheep,

From death and fin fet free;

May ev'ry under-fhepherd keep
His eye, intent on thee!

2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare, To execute thy will;

Compaffion, patience, love and care,

And faithfulness and skill.

3 Enflame their minds with holy zeal Their flocks to feed and teach;

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