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6 Here, may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise;
And, shine like polish'd stones,
Thro' long succeeding days:
Here, Lord, display thy saving pow'r,
While temples stand and men adore.
HYMN 102. L. M.

At the ordination of a Minister.
HEPHERD of Israel, thou dost keep
With constant care, thy humble sheep;
By thee inferior Pastors rise

To feed our souls, and bless our eyes.
2 To all thy churches such impart,
Prepar'd according to thy heart;
Whose courage, watchfulness, and love,
Men may attest, and God approve.
3 Fed by their active, tender care,
Healthful may all thy sheep appear ;
And, by their fair example led,
The way to Zion's pastures tread!
4 Here, hast thou listen'd to our vows,
And scatter'd blessings on thy house;
Thy saints are succour'd, and no more
As sheep without a guide deplore.
5 Completely heal each former stroke,
And bless the shepherd and the flock;
Confirm the hopes thy mercies raise,
And own this tribute of our praise.
HYMN 103. C. M.

Praise to God for sending a gospel Minister. 1 To thy great name, O Prince of peace, O

Our grateful songs we raise :

Accept, thou Sun of righteousness,
The tribute of our praise.

2 In widow'd state these walls no more
Their mourning weeds shall wear;
Thy messenger shall joy restore,
And ev'ry loss repair.

3 Thy providence our souls admire,
With joy its windings trace;
And shout with one united choir
The triumphs of thy grace.

4 Our happy union, Lord, maintain,
Here let thy presence dwell;
And thousands loos'd from Satan's chain,
Raise from the brink of hell.

5 Distressed churches pity, Lord,
Their dismal breaches close;
Their sons unite in sweet accord,
And troubled minds compose.

6 In all be purity maintain❜d,
Peace like a river flow;

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And pious zeal, and love unfeign'd,
In ev'ry bosom glow.

HYMN 10. C. M.

Prayer for Missionaries.

GREAT God, the nations of the earth

Are by creation thine;

And in thy works by all beheld,
Thy radiant glories shine.

2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent
Thy gospel to mankind;
Unveiling what rich stores of

Are treasur'd in thy mind.

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3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread

The spacious earth around;
Till ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry soul
Shall hear the joyful sound?

4 O! when shall Afric's sable sons
Enjoy the heav'nly word,

And vassals long enslav'd become
The freemen of the Lord ?

5 When shall th' untutor'd Heathen tribes,
A dark bewilder'd race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,
And learn and see his grace?

6 Haste, sov'reign mercy, and transform
Their cruelty to love:

Soften the tyger to a lamb,

The vulture to a dove!

7 Smile, Lord, on ev'ry effort made
To spread the gospel's rays;
And build on sin's demolish'd thrones
The temples of thy praise!

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HYMN 105. L. M.

On a Fast-day for the revival of religion.

LOOK down, O God, with pitying eye,

See Adam's race in ruin lie;

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, And scatters slaughter'd heaps around. 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live? And can these dead, dry bones revive? That, mighty God, to thee is known! That wondrous work is all thine own. 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain To prophesy upon the slain; In vain they call, in vain they cry, Till thine almighty aid is nigh. 4. O let thy Spirit come and breathe

New life thro' all the realms of death!
Dry bones shall then obey thy voice,
Shall move, shall waken, and rejoice.

5 Loud let the gospel-trumpet blow,

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Let all the isles their Saviour know:
O! call the nations from afar

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Make earth's remotest ends draw near. 6 Then shall each age and rank agree To raise their shouts of praise to thee; The church will know, while loud she sings, That in her God are all her springs.

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HYMN 106. L. M.

On a national fast in war. HILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord, We view the terrors of the sword; O! whither shall the helpless fly ? To whom, but thee, direct their cry ? 2 The suff'ring sinner's cries and tears Are grown familiar to thine ears : Oft has thy mercy sent relief, When all was fear and hopeless grief. 3 On thee, our guardian God, we call; Before thy throne of grace we fall; And is there no deliv'rance there ? And must we perish in despair? 4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn, To our forsaken God we turn; O! spare our guilty country, spare The church, which thou hast planted here. 5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God, We plead thy Son's atoning blood, We plead thy gracious promises; And are they unavailing pleas?

6 These pleas, presented at thy throne, Have brought ten thousand blessings down On guilty lands in helpless woe:

Let them prevail to save us too!

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HYMN 107. L. M.

For a public Fast in war, praying for Peace.

WAR, horrid war, deep stain❜d in blood,

Still pours its havoc thro' our land;

Almighty God, restrain the flood; Say 'tis enough," and stay thine hand. 2 Let peace descend with balmy wing, And all her blessings round us shed; Our liberties be well secur'd,

And commerce lift its fainting head. 3 Let the loud cannon cease to roar, The warlike trump no longer sound; The din of arms be heard no more, Nor human blood pollute the ground. 4 Let hostile troops drop from their hands The useless sword, the glitt'ring spear; And join in friendship's sacred bands, Nor one dissentient voice be there. 5 Thus save, O Lord, a sinking land; Millions of tongues shall then adore, Resound the honours of thy name, And spread thy praise from shore to shore,

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HYMN 108. C. M.

On a public Fast during national Judgments. SEE, gracious Lord, before thy throne, Thy mourning people bend!

'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone,

Our humble hopes depend.

2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand
Thy dreadful pow'r display;

Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

3 How chang'd, alas! For truths divine
See error, guilt and shame!

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