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g He, with a nod, the world controls,
Sustains, or sinks, the distant poles. e 2 To earth he bends his throne
His throne of grace divine ;
And wide his glories shine:
Is with his smiles and presence blest. - 3 Great King of glory, come,
And with thy favour crown
This people as thy own:
4 Here may thine ears attend
All fragrant, to the skies:
5 Here may th' attentive throng
Of seraphim above :
With sacred joy, and sweet accord. - 6 Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise ;
Through long succeeding days:
Ordination : Joshua the high Priest. Zech. iii, 6, 7. 1 CREAT Lord of angels, we adore
UT The grace that builds thy courts below; And through ten thousands sons of light,
Stoops to regard what mortals do.
Thy charge to keep, thy house to guide,
0 3 The heavenly natives with delight
Hover around the sacred place;
The wonders of redeeming grace.
Thy servants join th' angelic band; o With them, through distant worlds they fly; e With them, before thy presence stand. o 5 Oh, glorious hope! oh, blest employ! e Sweet lenitive of grief and care!
When shall we reach those radiant courts,
And all their joy and honour share ? -6 Yet while these labours we pursue,
Thus distant from thy heavenly throne, Give us a zeal and love like theirs, g And half their heaven shall here be known.
Doddridge. HYMN 144. H. M. Whitchurch. [*] Ordination. Ministers a sweet savour to God. 2 Cor. ii, 15, 16 1 DRAISE to the Lord on high,
I Who spreads his triumphs wide! e While Jesus' fragrant name
Is breath'd on every side:
2 Ten thousand dying souls
The incense they receive :
That brings salvation nigh:
They turn away their face,
4 Yet, wise and mighty God,
A savour sweet to thee; o Supremely bright thy grace shall shine, e Guarded with flames of wrath divine. Doddridge HYMN 145. L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*]
Gospel ministry instituted by Christ. Eph. iv, 11, 12. 1 FATHER of mercies, in thy house,
T Smile on our homage and our vows; While, with a greatful heart, we share, These pledges of our Saviour's care. 2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose, In splendid triumph o'er his foes, Scatter'd his gifts on men below, And wide his royal bounties flow. 3 Hence sprung th' apostles' honour'd name, Såcred beyond heroic fame; Hence dictates the prophetic sage, And hence the evangelic page. 4 In lower forms, to bless our eyes, Pastors from hence and teachers rise ; Who, though with feebler rays they shine, Still gild a long--extended line. 5 From Christ their varied gifts derive,
And fed by Christ their graces live: o While, guarded by his potent hand,
'Midst all the rage of hell they stand. 0 6 So shall the bright succession run,
Through the last courses of the sun; While unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish, large and fair. — Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know,
The spring whence all these blessings flow : o Pastors and people shout his praise, g Through the long round of endless days.
Doddridge. HYMN 146. C. M. Sunday. [*]
Gospel Treasure in earthen vessels. 1 ITOW rich thy bounty, King of kings!
| Thy favours, how divine!..
Should gold and gems compare,
Thy poorest servants share?
e 3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace
Are lodg'd in urns of clay; -And the weak sons of mortal race
Th’immortal gifts convey. e 4 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth, O Yet grace the vict'ry gives; e Quickly they moulder back to eartho Yet still the gospel lives. -5 Such wonders power divine effects, o Such trophies God can raise ; -His hand, from crumbling dust, erects o His monuments of praise. Salisbury Col HYMN 147. L. M. Carthage. [* b]
Prayer for a sick Minister. 10 THOU, before whose gracious throne
We bow our suppliant spirit down: View the sad breast, the streaming eye, And let our sorrows pierce the sky. 2 Thou know'st the anxious cares we feel, And all our trembling lips would tell; Thou only canst assuage our grief, And yield our wo-fraught heart relief. 3 With power benign, thy servant spare, Nor turn aside thy people's prayer; Avert thy swift descending stroke, Nor smite the shepherd of the flock. 4 Restore him, sinking to the grave; Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save; Back to our hopes and wishes give, And bid our friend and father live. 5 Bound to each soul by tenderest ties, In every breast his image lies; Thy pitying aid, O God, impart, Nor rend him from each bleeding heart 6 Yet if our supplications fail, And prayers and tears can nought prevail; Be thou his strength, be thou his stay, And guide him safe to endless day. Evan's Col. HYMN 148. C. M. Canterbury. [b*]
Death of a Minister. 1 L IS master taken from his head,
11 Elisha saw him go;
And in desponding accents said, e “Ah! what must Israel do?" -2 But he forgot the Lord, who lifts
The beggar to the throne, Nor knew, that all Elijah's gifts
Would soon be made his own.
Or when Apollos dies-
And have we no supplies ?
We have a boundless store; -And shall be fed with what he gives, & Who lives for evermore.
HYMN 149. C. M. Hymn 2d. [b*]
Death of a Minister. 1 N OW let our mourning hearts revive,
I\ And all our tears be dry; Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief,
Which view a Saviour nigh? e 2 What though the arm of conquering death
Does God's own house invade ? p What though the prophet and the priest
Be number'd with the dead ?-
The aged, and the young-
And mute th' instructive tongue ;-04 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart;
Still animates our heart.
My church shall safe abide; 'For I will ne'er forsake my own,
Whose souls in me confide.' 06 "Through every scene of life and death,
This promise is our trust; And this shall be our children's song, e When we are cold in dust. Doddridge.