1 6 Here, may our unborn sons At the ordination of a Minister. To feed our souls, and bless our eyes. Praise to God for sending a gospel Minister. 1 To thy great name, O Prince of peace, O Our grateful songs we raise : Accept, thou Sun of righteousness, 2 In widow'd state these walls no more 3 Thy providence our souls admire, 4 Our happy union, Lord, maintain, 5 Distressed churches pity, Lord, 6 In all be purity maintain❜d, 1 And pious zeal, and love unfeign'd, HYMN 10. C. M. Prayer for Missionaries. GREAT God, the nations of the earth Are by creation thine; And in thy works by all beheld, 2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent Are treasur'd in thy mind. grace 3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around; 4 O! when shall Afric's sable sons And vassals long enslav'd become 5 When shall th' untutor'd Heathen tribes, 6 Haste, sov'reign mercy, and transform Soften the tyger to a lamb, The vulture to a dove! 7 Smile, Lord, on ev'ry effort made 1 HYMN 105. L. M. On a Fast-day for the revival of religion. LOOK 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! 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; The church will know, while loud she sings, That in her God are all her springs. 1 WH HYMN 106. L. M. On a national fast in war. HILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord, We view the terrors of the sword; 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! 1 HYMN 107. L. M. For a public Fast in war, praying for Peace. WAR, 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. 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, 1 HYMN 108. C. M. On a public Fast during national Judgments. SEE, gracious Lord, before thy throne, Thy mourning people bend! 'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone, Our humble hopes depend. 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand Yet mercy spares this guilty land, 3 How chang'd, alas! For truths divine |