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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. 1 1

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 thon 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 merciès raise,
And own this tribute of our praise.

HYMN 103. C. M.
Praise to God for sending a gospel Minister.
IT *Othy great name, O Prince of peace,

Our grateful songs we raise :
Accept, thou Sun of righteousness,

The tribute of our praise.

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

HYMN 104. C. M.

Prayer for Missionaries. 1 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 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 soms

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 !

HYMN 105. L. M.
On a Fast-day for the revival of religion.
1
LOOK down, O God, with pitying eye,

See
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. 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 WHILE o'er our

guilty land, O Lord,

view 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 !

HYMN 107, L. M. For a public Fast in war, praying for Peace. 1 AR, 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, «i

, 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 nationat Judgments.
1

Thy
'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!

I SEE, gracious Lord, before thy throne,

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