Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, WATTS. 曇 CCCCXVII. A blessing implored. I TOW may the Spirit's holy fire, His waiting family infpire, With joy, and peace, and love! 2 Wake, heav'nly wind, arife, and come, 3 Touch with a living coal the lip, I WHITFIELD'S C. CCCCXVIII. Waiting to be blessed. FAT My heart, and lift mine eyes; O let my prayer and praise afcend 2 Thy pard'ning voice I come to hear, 3 O ftamp me in thy heav'nly mould, May bring forth fruit an hundred fold, TOPLADY. *This part of the HUNDREDTH PSALM, by Dr. WATTS, is inferted with the variations, be caufe fet to an excellent and favourite piece of facred mufic. CCCCXIX. Looking to the Sun of Righte I HA oufness. "APPY they who humbly dread My trembling heart to chear; 3 Chafe the darknefs of my mind, Heal my foul, difeas'd, and blind, C. WESLEY.. CCCCXX. Waiting for divine unction. I COURCE of light and pow'r divine, Lord, behold thy fervant ftands, Touch his lips with holy fire! TOPLADY.. CCCCXXI. Waiting to be fed. ONFIRM the hope thy word allows, Blefs the provifion of thy house, NEWTON. CCCCXXII. Looking for a blessing. NOW, Lord, infpire the preacher's heart, And teach his tongue to speak ; Food to the hungry foul impart, And cordials to the weak. 2 Furnish us all with light and pow'rs, To walk in wifdom's ways; I So fhall the benefit be ours, And thou fhalt have the praise. NEWTON. CCCCXXIII. Before hearing the word. YE that in his courts are found, Lift'ning to the gofpel found, Loft and helpless as ye are,. 2 Turn to Chrift your longing eyes; See, in him, your fins forgiv'n, Take the peace the Gospel brings. BURDER'S C. CCCCXXIV. A bleffing requested. COME, thou foul transforming Spirit, I Blefs the fower and the feed: Let each heart thy grace inherit, 1; Now fupply thy people's need. To thy praife and glory live. Reign with Chrift in endless day. CCCCXXV. A prayer for minifter and people. To proclaim thy wond'rous love! From thy fhining courts above. us, Let us find thy promis'd reft. I SECTION IV. To be fung AFTER SERMON. CCCCXXVI. After Sermon. Help to fing our Jefu's merits, Help to chaunt Immanuel's praise, Thee we laud for richest grace. Thou didft leave thy blifsful throne! Melt, O melt our hearts of ftone. Mercy flows from Jefu's blood. AN TOPLADY'S C:. CCCCXXVII. After Sermon. ND will the Lord thus condefcend Thus at the door fhall mercy ftand, 2 Surprizing grace !-and fhall my heart Has this hard rock no tender part? |