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o 3 Take down thy long neglected harp;
l've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer; e 'The winter season has been sharp, o 'But spring shall all its wastes repair.'
4 Lord, I obey-my hopes revive ; o Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing; o Our foes in vain against us strive, For God will help and triumph bring.
HYMN 117. C. M. Plymouth. [b *]
God's regard to the actively Pious. Mal. iii, 16, 17. 1 THE Lord on mortal worms looks down
1 From his celestial throne; And when the wicked swarm around,
He well discerns his own. e 2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn
The scandals of the times ; And join their efforts to oppose
The wide prevailing crimes.
His still attentive ear;
Delights their voice to hear.
In the Redeemer's book of life,
Their names recorded are. d 5 ‘Yes,' saith the Lord, the world shall know
*These humble souls are mine : “These, when my jewels I produce,
Shall in full lustre shine. 6 When deluges of fiery wrath
"That hand which strikes the wicked through, 'Shall all my children spare. Doddridge. HYMN 118. C. M. Windsor. [b]
Prayer for spiritual Healing.
1 To thee I bring my case ; My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace. 2 Help me to state my whole complaint ;
But where shall I begin?
Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint
This worst distemper-sin. 3 It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread;
A palsy in my head.
And impotent, and lame;
With folly, fear, and shame.
Tumultuous in my breast, Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.)
And set my spirit free ; .'
Who longs to live to thee? Newton.
Efficacy of God's Word. Jer. xxiii, 29. e 1 W ITH rey'rend awe, tremendous Lord,
"We hear the thunders of thy word; o The pride of Lebanon it breaks : o Swift the celestial fire descends,
The flinty rock in pieces rends, g And earth to its deep centre shakes. -2 Array'd in majesty divine,
Here sanctity and justice shine, e And horrour strikes the rebel through ; g While loud this awful voice makes known
The wonders which thy sword hath done, a And what thy vengeance yet will do. o 3 So spread the honours of thy name; g The terrours of a God proclaim; - Thick let the pointed arrows fly; e Till sinners, humbled in the dust,
Shall own the execution just, -And bless the hand by which they die. 04 Then clear the dark, tempestuous day,
And radiant beams of love display;
Each prostrate soul let mercy raise ; e So shall the bleeding captive feel,
Thy word, that gave the wound, can heal, 0 And change their notes to songs of praise.
Doddridge. HYMN 120. C. M. Abridge. Barby. [*]
Light and Glory of the Word. 1 THE Spirit breathes upon the word,
1 And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light. 2 A glory gilds the sacred page, g Majestic like the sun; -It gives a light to every age, d It gives--but borrows none. -3 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat; o His truths upon the nations rise,
They rise, but never set.
For such a bright display,
With beams of heavenly day. -5 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love, g Till glory breaks upon my view,
In brighter worlds above. . Cowper.
HYMN 121. 7. St. John's. [*]
Sabbath Morning. 1 SAFELY through another week
D God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in his courts to-day: o Day of all the week the best ;
Emblem of eternal rest: -2 While we seek supplies of grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name; s Shew thy reconciling face
Take away our sin and shame: From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee
-3 Here we come thy name to praise ;
Let us feel thy presence near :
Bring relief from all complaints : o Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above. Newton
HYMN 122. H. M. Bethesda. [*]
W Thou day of sacred rest;
I hail thy kind return,
And fill his throne of grace;
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless the sacred hours : o Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be indulg'd in vain. Hayward.
HYMN 123. C. M. Sunday. [*]
The Lord's Day. 1 THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
1 In concert with the blest, Who, joyful, in harmonious lays
Employ an endless rest. e 2 Lord, may we still remember thee,
And more in knowledge grow;
-And may we more of glory see,
While waiting here below. 03 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd, g By God, th’ Eternal Word, than when
This universe was made. 0 4 He rises, who our souls hath bought, e With grief and pain extreme : g 'Twas great to speak the world from nought
'Twas greater--to redeem. Decourcy's Col. HYMN 124. C. M. Hymn 2d. [* b]
Devotion. e 1 W HILST thee I seek, protecting Power!
W Be my vain wishes stilld; -And may this consecrated hour.
With better hopes be fill'd. e 2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar : o Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore. -3 In each event of life, how clear e Thy ruling hand I see! e Each blessing to my soul most dear, - Because conferr'd by thee. 0 4 In every joy that crowns my days, e In every pain I bear, o My heart shall find delight in praise, e Or seek relief in prayer. 0 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill; e Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will. -6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath’ring storm shall see;
That heart will rest on thee. Williams.