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2 In widow'd state these walls no more
Their mourning weeds shall wear ;
And ev'ry loss repair.
With joy its windings trace ;
The triumphs of thy grace.
Here let thy presence dwell ;
Raise from the brink of hell, 5 Distressed churches pity, Lord,
Their dismal breaches close ;
And troubled minds compose. 6 In all be purity maintain'd,
Peace like a river Aow
HYMN 10. C. M.
Prayer for Missionaries, 1 G
REAT God, the nations of the earth
Are by creation thine ;
Thy radiant glories shine.
Thy gospel to mankind ;
Are treasur'd in thy mind. 3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread
The spacious earth around;
Shall hear the joyful sound ?
4 O! when shall Afric's sable sons
Enjoy the heav'nly word,
The freemen of the Lord ? 5 When shall th' untutor'd Heathen tribes,
A dark bewilder'd race,
And learn and see his
Their cruelty to love :
The vulture to a dove !
To spread the gospel's rays ;
HYMN 105. L. M.
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 wondrous work is all thine own. 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain
To prophesy upon the slain ;
Till thine almighty aid is nigh.
New life thro' all the realms of death!
5 Loud let the gospel-trumpet blow,
Let all the isles their Saviour know :
Make earth's remotest ends draw near.
To raise their shouts of praise to thee ;
HYMN 106. L.M.
On a national fast in war.
We view the terrors of sword ;
? 0 2 The suff'ring sinner's cries and tears
Are grown familiar to thine ears :
When all was fear and hopeless grief.
Before thy throne of grace we fall ;
And is there no deliy'rance there ?
To our forsaken God we turn;
The church, which thou hast planted here. 5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God,
We plead thy Son's atoning blood,
And are they unavailing pleas?
Have brought ten thousand blessings down
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 ;
And commerce lift its fainting head. 3 Let the loud cannon cease to roar,
The warlike trump no longer sound ;
Nor human blood pollute the ground.
The useless sword, the glitt'ring spear';
Nor one dissentient voice be there, 5 Thus save, O Lord, a sinking land ;
Millions of tongues shall then adore,
HYMN 108. C. M.
gracious Lord, before thy throne,
Thy mourning people bend! 'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone,
Qur humble hopes depend.
Thy dreadful pow'r display ;
And still we live to pray.
See error, guilt and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the christian name!
By thy resistless grace ;
And humbly seek thy face.
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.
His shafts of deadly pow'r ;
Impatient to devour,
They come at thy command :
Against thy chastning hand.
Remove thy sharp rebukes :
Throthy repeated strokes. 6 In anger, Lord, rebuke us not,
Withdraw these dreadful storms: