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T! HYMN CXXIX. CXXX.
Lord, revive us ;
All our help must come from thee. 2 Keep no longer at a distance;
Shine upon us from on high,
Every plant should droop and die. 3 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in pray’rs ;
Shun the world's bewitching snares. 4 Break the tempter's fatal power :
Turn the stony heart to flesh;
HYMN 129. L. M.
Hoping for a revival.
To see the work of God decline,
“ Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 2 “ Tho' for a time I bid my face,
Rely upon my love and pow'r:
And wait for a reviving hour.
I've seen thy tears and heard thy pray'r,
But spring shall all its wastes repair.” 4 Lord, I obey,-my hopes revive ;
Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing ;
HYMN 130. P. M. 8,7.
The Lord's Vineyard. 1
EE the vineyard lately planted
Let thy people's pray’r be granted
Keep it safe from hostile boasts;
Keep thy vineyard night and day.
Let them thrive beneath thy hand;
Blooming fair at thy command;
Laden with a faithful store.
Plant the barren waste around;
Let thy work be thus completed,
And no fruitless spot be found; Let the earth a vineyard be, Consecrated, Lord, to thee,
HYMN 131. P. M. 8, 7.4.
The triumphs of the Gospel. 1 ES! We trust the day is breaking;
Joyful times are near at hand: God, the mighty God, is speaking By his word in ev'ry land:
When he chooses,
Darkness flies at his command. 2 Let us hail the joyful season ;
Let us hail the dawning ray.
At his presence
Gloom and darkness flee away.
While he enters like a flood ;
Soon shall tell the love of God. 4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,
Let thy people see thy hand;
And the idols
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Pure, unbounded love, thou art! Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter ev'ry trembling heart. 2 Breathe, O breathe, thy loving Spirit
Into ev'ry troubled breast ! Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promis'd rest.
Alpha and Omega be ;
Set our hearts at liberty.
68 HYMN CXXXIII. CXXXIV. B. II.
Let us all thy life receive!
Never more thy temples leave !
Serve thee as thy hosts above;
Glory in thy precious love.
Pure, unspotted may we be ;
Perfectly secur'd by thee:
Till in heav'n we take our place ;
HYMN 133. P. M. 8, 7.
Grateful Recollection. 1
NOME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise my Eben-Ezer, ,
Hither by thy belp I'm come ;
Safely to arrive at home.
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Interpos'd with precious blood. 3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrain’d to be!
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee :
Prone to leave the God I love-
my heart, O take and seal it;
A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow,
and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay; But we arise by grace
The spacious earth around,
HYMN 135. H. M.
Effects of the Gospel. 1
TARK the soft-falling snow,
And the descending rain!
But waters earth thro' every pore
And calls forth all her secret store. 2 Array'd in beauteous green
The hills and vallies shine,
The copious seed of future years. 3 “So, saith the God of grace,
My gospel shall descend,
I intend :
HYMN 136. C. M.
Beauty and strength of the Church. 1 VAY, who is she that looks abroad When with her living light she paints
The dew-drops of the lawn?
Serene her throne she guides,
In full orb'd glory rides;
Without a cloud, he springs,
From his resplendent wings;
Majestically slow, With banners wide display'd, all arm’d,
All ardent for the foe ! 33
70 HYMN CXXXVII. CXXXVIII. B. II. 5 This is the church by heav'n array'd
With strength and grace divine
HYMN 137. L. M.
Prayer for the spread of the Gospel. 1 1 THY people, Lord, who trust thy word,
And wait the smilings of thy face, Assemble round thy mercy seat,
And plead the promise of thy grace. 2 We consecrate these hours to thee,
Thy sov'reign mercy to entreat ;
We shall divine acceptance meet. 3 Hast thou not promis’d to thy Son,
That his dominion shall extend,
And ev'ry knee before him bend ? 4 Now let the happy time appear,
The time to favor Zion come;
HYMN 138. P. M. 7, 6.
Reply to the call of the heathen. 1 ROM Greenland's icy mountains,
fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver,
Their land from error's chain. 2 What tho'the spicy breezes
Blow soft o’er Ceylon's isle,
And only man is vile ;
The gifts of God are strown;
Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighed
The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O Salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.