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THOU that hearest prayer, Attend our humble cry;

And let thy servants share

Thy blessing from on high:

We plead the promise of thy word;Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord!

2 If earthly parents hear

Their children when they cry;
If they, with love sincere,

Their children's wants supply;
Much more wilt thou thy love display,
And answer when thy children pray.
3 Our heavenly Father, thou;

We, children of thy grace;
O let thy Spirit now

Descend and fill the place;
That all may feel the heavenly flame,
And all unite to praise thy name.

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I. B. WOODBURY.

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Seeking restoration.

WHERE is the Saviour now,

Whose smiles I once possess'd?
Till he return, I bow,

By heavy grief oppress'd:
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.

2 Where can the mourner go,
And tell his tale of grief?
Ah, who can soothe his wo,

Ah, who can give relief?
Earth cannot heal the wounded breast,
Or give the troubled conscience rest.
3 Jesus, thy smiles impart;

My gracious Lord, return,
Bind up my broken heart,

And bid me cease to mourn:
Then shall this night of sorrow flec,
And peace and heaven be found in thee.

4 My soul and all its powers
Thine, wholly thine, shall be;
All, all my happy hours

I consecrate to thee:
Me to thine image now restore,
And I shall praise thee evermore.
5 I wait thy will to do,
As angels do in heaven;
In Christ a creature new,

Most graciously forgiven:
I wait thy perfect will to prove,
All sanctified by spotless love.

6 Then, when the work is done,
The work of faith with power,
Receive thy favour'd son,

In death's triumphant hour: Like Moses, to thyself convey, And kiss my raptured soul away.

JESUS, great Shepherd of the sheep,
To thee for help we fly:
Thy little flock in safety keep,
For O! the wolf is nigh.

2 He comes, of hellish malice full,
To scatter, tear, and slay;
He seizes every straggling soul
As his own lawful prey.

3 Us into thy protection take,
And gather with thine arm;
Unless the fold we first forsake,

The wolf can never harm.

4 We laugh to scorn his cruel power,
While by our Shepherd's side;
The sheep he never can devour,
Unless he first divide.

5 O do not suffer him to part
The souls that here agree;

But make us of one mind and heart, And keep us one in thee.

6 Together let us sweetly live,-
Together let us die;

And each a starry crown receive,
And reign above the sky.

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Glory, mercy, grace.

ATHER, how wide thy glory shines,
How high thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power;
Their motions speak thy skill:
And on the wings of every hour
We read thy patience still.

3 Part of thy Name divinely stands,
On all thy creatures writ;
They show the labour of thy hands,
Or impress of thy feet:

4 But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms:

5 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brighter shone,
The justice or the grace.

6 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains;
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

7 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

2 His name shall be the Prince of peace, For evermore adored,

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,

The great and mighty Lord.

3 His power, increasing, still shall spread;
His reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.

4 To us a child of hope is born;
To us a Son is given;-

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The mighty Lord of heaven.

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The sure Foundation.

82-a.

EHOLD the sure Foundation-stone
Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
We now adore thy Name;
We trust our whole salvation here,
Nor can we suffer shame.

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this Rock the Church shall rest, And envy rage in vain.

4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise; 'Tis thine own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.