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6 Here, may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise;
Thro' long succeeding days:
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;
Men may attest, and God approve. 3 Fed by their active, tender care,
Healthful may all thy sheep appear ;
The way to Zion's pastures tread !
And scatter'd blessings on thy house ;
As sheep without a guide deplore.
And bless the shepherd and the flock;
HYMN 103. C. M.
Our grateful songs we raise :
The tribute of our praise.
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,
Their dismal breaches close ;
And troubled minds compose. 6 In all be purity maintain'd,
Peace like a river fow ;
HYMN 104. C. M.
Prayer for Missionaries. 1 GREAT 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 soms
Enjoy the heav'nly word,
The freemen of the Lord ?
A dark bewilder'd race,
Their cruelty to love :
The vulture to a dove !
To spread the gospel's rays;
HYMN 105. L. M.
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. 6 Then shall each age and rank agree
To raise their shouts of praise to thee ;
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
? 2 The suff’ring sinner's cries and tears
Are grown familiar to thine ears :
When all was fear and hopeless grief.
And must we perish in despair ?
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 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 ;
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,
Millions of tongues shall then adore,
HYMN 108. C. M.
Qur humble hopes depend.
Thy dreadful pow'r display ;
And still we live to pray.
See error, guilt and shame!
I SEE, gracious Lord, before thy throne,