HYMN XCIV.
ON of God, thy bleffing grant,
Still fupply our ev'ry want!
Tree of life, thy influence fhed.
With thy fap my spirit feed.
2 Tend'reft branch, alas! am I,
Without thee fhall droop and die,
Weak as helplets infancy;
O confirm my foul in thee!
3 Unfuftain'd by thee, I fall;
Send the help for which I call
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I ev'ry moment need.
4 All my hopes on thee depend;
Love me, fave me, to the end;
Give me the continuing grace,
Take the everlasting praise.
At thy feet we humbly bow; O! do not our fuit difdain,
Shall we feek thee, Lord, in vain?
2 Lord, on thee our fouls depend,
In compaffion now defcend :
Fill our hearts with thy rich grate,
Tune our lips to fing thy praise.
3 In thine own appointed way,
Now we feek thee, here we ftay;
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a bleffing thou beftow.
4 Send fome meffage from thy word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full falvation to each heart.
5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return;
Those that are caft down, lift up;
Make them ftrong in faith and hope.
6 Grant that all may seek, and find
Thee a gracious God, and kind;
Heal the fick, the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee.
NOME, thou Almighty King,
Help us thy name to fing,
Help us to praife!
Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of days.
2 Jefus, our Lord, arife, Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall!
Let thine almighty aid,
Our fure defence be made,
Our fouls on thee be stay'd;
Lord hear our call.
3 Come, thou incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty fword, Our pray' attend;
Come, and thy people blefs,
And give thy word fuccefs;
Spirit of holiness,
On us defcend.
4 Come, holy Comforter,
Thy facred witness bear
In this glad hour;
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in ev'ry heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of pow'r.
5 To the great One in Three
Eternal praises be,
Hence-evermore!
His fov'reign Majefty
May we in glory fee,
And to eternity,
Love and adore.
WOW tedious and taftelefs the hours,
When Jefus no longer I fee;
Sweet profpects, fweet birds and fweet flow'rs.
Have all loft their fweetness to me:
The mid-fummer fun fhines but dim,
The fields ftrive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleafant as May.
2 His name yields the riche ft perfume,
And fweeter than mufic his voice;
His prefence difperfes my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice:
I fhould, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wifh or to fear;
No mortal fo happy as I,
My fummer would last all the year.
3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleafure refign'd; No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind; While blefs'd with a fenfe of his love, A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jefus would dwell with me there.
4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my fun and my fong;
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters fo long?
O drive thefe dark clouds from my sky,
Thy foul-cheering prefence restore:
Or take me to thee up on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
NOME, thou Fount of ev'y bleffing, Tune my heart to fing thy grace! Streams of merey never ceafing, Call for fongs of loudeft praife; Teach me fome melodious fonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praife the mount-I'm fix'd upon it: Mount of thy redeeming love!
2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home:
· Jefus fought me when a ftranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood!
3 O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm conftrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee;
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, O take and feal it :
Seal it for thy courts above.
Great builder of thy church below,
If now thy Spirit moves my breast,
Hear and fulfil thine own request.
2 The few that truly call thee Lord,
And wait thy fanctifying word,
And thee their utmoft Saviour own,
Unite and perfect them in one.
3 O let them all thy mind exprefs,
Stand forth thy chofen witneffes;
Thy pow'r unto falvation fhow,
And perfect holiness below.
4 In them let all mankind behold,
How Chriftians liv'd in days of old,
Mighty their envious foes to move,
A proverb of reproach-and love,
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