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

HYMN 10. C. M.

Prayer for Missionaries, 1 G

REAT 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 grace

Are treasur'd in thy mind. 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 ?

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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
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 !

HYMN 105. L. M.
On a Fast-day for the revival of religion.
OOK 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.

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5 Loud let the gospel-trumpet blow,

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

Make earth's remotest ends draw near.
AT 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.

HYMN 106. L.M.

On a national fast in war.
1 HILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord,

We view the terrors of sword ;
O! whither shall the helpless fly ?
To whom, but thee, direct their cry

? 0 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 deliy'rance there ?
end And must we perish in despair ?
vel 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. 1

AR, horrid war, deep staind 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

HYMN 108. C. M.
On a public Fast during national Judgments.

gracious Lord, before thy throne,

Thy mourning people bend! 'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone,

Qur 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!

What impious numbers, bold in sin,

Disgrace the christian name!
4 O ! turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,

By thy resistless grace ;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,

And humbly seek thy face.
5 Then, should insulting foes invade,

We shall not sink in fear ; Secure of never-failing aid, Since God, our God, is near.

IIYMN 109. C. M. On a Fast-day during Pestilence or general Sickness. 1

DEATH, with his dread commission seal’d, In awful state he takes the field,

And sounds his dire alarms. 2 Atendant plagues around him throng,

And wait his high command ; Ang pains, and dying groans obey

The signal of his hand.
3 With cruel force he scatters round

His shafts of deadly pow'r ;
While the grave waits its destin'd prey,

Impatient to devour,
4 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,

They come at thy command :
We'll not attempt a murm'ring word,

Against thy chastning hand.
5 Yet, may we plead with humble cries,

Remove thy sharp rebukes :
Our strength consumes, our spirit dies,

Throthy repeated strokes. 6 In anger, Lord, rebuke us not,

Withdraw these dreadful storms:

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