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Send down a coal of heavenly fire, Is the returning day of rest,
Which hides them from the world a while ! 2 Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear, 2 Now, from the throng withdrawn away, Thy presence now display;
They seem to breathe a different air; As thou hast given a place for prayer, Compos'd and soften'd by the day, So give us hearts to pray.
All things another aspect wear. 3 Show us some tokens of thy love, 3 How happy if their lot is cast, Our fainting hope to raise ;
Where statedly the gospel sounds! And pour thy blessings from above, The word is honey to their taste, (wounds. That we may render praise.
Renews their strength and heals their 4 Within these walls let holy peace, 4 Though pinch'd with poverty at home, And love and concord dwell ;
With sharp afflictions daily fed, Here give the troubled conscience ease, It makes amends, if they can come The wounded spirit heal.
To God's own house for heavenly bread. 5 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 5 With joy they hasten to the place The humbled mind bestow;
Where they their Saviour oft have met, And shine upon us from on high,
And while they feast upon
grace, To make our graces grow.
Their burdens and their griefs forget. 6 May we in faith receive thy word, 6 This favour'd lot, my friends, is ours; In faith present our prayers ;
May we the privilege improve, And, in the presence of our Lord,
And find these consecrated hours Unbosom all our cares.
Sweet earnests of the joys above! 7 And may the gospel's joyful sound, 7 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord; Enforc'd by mighty grace,
Here we thy promis'd presence seek; Awaken many sinners round,
Open thine hand, with blessings stor'd, To come and fill the place.
And give us manna for the week.
With whom he deigns to dwell ! Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, He feeds and cheers them by his word, And every place is hallow'd ground.
His arm supports them well. 2 For thou, within no walls confin'd,
2 To them in each distressing hour, Inhabitest the humble mind;
His throne of grace is near: Such ever bring thee where they come,
And when they plead his love and power And going, take thee to their home.
He stands engag'd to hear. 3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,
3 He help'd his saints in ancient days, Thy former mercies here renew;
Who trusted in his name; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
And we can witness to his praise, The sweetness of thy saving name.
His love is still the same. 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer
4 Wand'ring in sin, our souls he found, To strengthen faith, and sweeten care;
And bid us seek his face; To teach our faint desires to rise,
Gave us to hear the gospel-sound, And bring all heaven before our eyes.
And taste the gospel-grace. 5 Behold, at thy commanding word,
5 Oft in his house his glory shines, We stretch the curtain and the cord ;*
Before our wond'ring eyes; Come thou, and fill this wider space,
We wish not then for golden mines, And bless us with a large increase.
Or aught beneath the skies. 6 Lord, we are few, but thou art near;
6 His presence sweetens all our cares, Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear:
And makes our burdens light; O rend the heavens, come quickly down,
A word from him dispels our fears,
And gilds the gloom of night.
Nor would we dare repine;
But give us still to find thee near,
And own us still for thine. The Lord's day. 1 How welcome to the saints, when press'd 8 Let us enjoy and highly prize
These tokens of thy love, With six days' noise, and care, and toil,
Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise,
To worship thee above.
• Isaiab liv. 2.
6 Though to our lot temptations fall, ANOTHER.
Though pain, and want, and cares annoy, 1 Happy are they to whom the Lord
The precious gospel sweetens all,
And yields us med'cine, food, and joy.
HYMN XLIX. 2 He calls them to his mercy-seat,
A Famine of the Word.
1 GLADNESS was spread through Israel's host They find his presence near.
When first they manna viewed ;
They labour'd who should gather most, 3 The force of their united cries
And thought it pleasant food.
2 But when they had it long enjoyed, By his almighty hand.
From day to day the same,
Their hearts were by the plenty cloyed, 4 Then mountains sink at once to plains,
Although from heaven it came.
3 Thus gospel-bread at first is priz'd, Each trouble comfort brings.
And makes a people glad;
But afterwards too much despis'd, 5 Though men despise them, or revile,
When easy to be had.
4 But should the Lord, displeas'd, withhold
The bread his mercy sends, It makes amends for all.
To have our houses fill'd with gold, 6 Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed, Would make but poor amends.
And like their Saviour, poor, They would not change their gospel-bread 5 How tedious would the week appear,
How dull the Sabbath prove, For all the worldling's store.
Could we no longer meet to hear 7 When cheer'd with faith's sublimer joys, The precious truths we love !
They mount on eagles' wings, They can disdain, as children's toys,
6 How would believing parents bear, The pride and pomp of kings.
To leave their heedless youth
Expos’d to every fatal snare, 8 Dear Lord, assist our souls to pay
Without the light of truth!
7 The gospel, and a praying few,
Our bulwark long have provid; And heaven begun below.
But Olney sure the day will rue
When these shall be remov'd.
8 Then sin, in this once-favourd town, Praise for the Continuance of the Gospel.* Will triumph unrestrain'd; 1 ONCE, while we aim'd at Zion's
And wrath and vengeance hasten down,
songs, A sudden mourning check'd our tongues !
No more by prayer detain'd. Then we were call'd to sow in tears, 9 Preserve us from this judgment, Lord, The seeds of joy for future years.
For Jesus' sake we plead; 2 Oft as that memorable hour
A famine of the gospel-word
Would be a stroke indeed!
HYMN L. 3 Come, ye who trembled for the ark,
Prayer for Ministers. Unite in praise for answer'd prayer!
1 CHIEF Shepherd of thy chosen sheep, Did not the Lord our sorrows mark?
From death and sin set free! Did not our sighing reach his ear?
May ev'ry under-shepherd keep 4 Then smaller griefs were laid aside,
His eye intent on thee! And all our cares summ'd up
in “Let us but have thy word," we cried,
2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare
To execute thy will; " In other things thy will be done."
Compassion, patience, love, and care, 5 Since he has granted our request,
And faithfulness, and skill. And we still hear the gospel-voice,
3 Inflame their minds with holy zeal,
Their flocks to feed and teach;
The sacred truths they preach.
Ambition, pleasure, praise, or gain,
HYMN LII. Debase the shepherd's views.
Hoping for a Revival. 5 He that for these forbears to feed
1 My harp untun’d and laid aside, The souls whom Jesus loves,
(To cheerful hours the harp belongs) Whate'er he may profess or plead,
My cruel foes insulting cried, An idol shepherd proves.*
• Come, sing us one of Zion's songs.” 6 The sword of God shall break his arm,
2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold, A blast shall blind his eye;
At Zion scoff, and Zion's King; His word shall have no power to warm,
When zeal declines, and love grows cold, His gifts shall all grow dry.
Is this a day for me to sing ? 7 O Lord, avert this heavy woe,
3 Time was, whene'er the saints I met, Let all thy shepherds say!
With joy and praise my bosom glow'd ; And grace, and strength, on each bestow,
But now, like Eli, sad I sit,
And tremble for the ark of God.
To see the work of God decline;
Methought I heard my Saviour say,
“Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. Prayer for a Revival.
5 “Though for a time I hide my face, 1 Saviour, visit thy plantation,
Rely upon my love and power; Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
Still wrestle at a throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.
6 " Take down thy long-neglected harp, Keep no longer at a distance,
I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer, Shine upon us from on high;
The winter-season has been sharp, Lest, for want of thine assistance,
But spring shall all its wastes repair." Ev'ry plant should droop and die.
7 Lord, I obey; my hopes revive; 2 Surely once thy garden flourishid,
Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing; Ev'ry part look'd gay and green:
Our foes in vain against us strive, Then thy word our spirits nourish'd,
For God will help and healing bring. Happy seasons we have seen. But a drought has since succeeded,
Welcome to the Table, 3 Where are those we counted leaders,
1 This is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup;
The juices of the living vine
Were press'd to fill the cup.
With royal dainties fed;
Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread. 4 Younger plants—the sight how pleasantCover'd thick with blossoms stood;
3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them, But they cause us grief at present,
Ye treinbling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here.
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, 5 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Then I may venture too.
5 If guilt and sin afford a plea, Let each one esteem'd thy servant
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
C. Break the tempter's fatal power,
And I shall see his face.
Bleeding to death for wretched me,
* Zech. xi. 17.
Satan and sin no more can move,
Sinner, wipe thy tears away, For I am all transform'd to love.
I thy ransom freely pay.” 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, 4 While I hear this grace reveal'd, In every groan I bear a part;
And obtain a pardon seal'd, I view his wounds with streaming eyes;
All my soft affections move,
Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood! Now I see the bleeding cross;
Jesus died to set me free
From the law, and sin, and thee! 4 Here I forget my cares and pains; 6 He has dearly bought my soul ; I drink, yet still my thirst remains;
Lord, accept, and claim the whole! Only the fountain-head above
To thy will I all resign, Can satisfy the thirst of love.
Now no more my own, but thine. 5 O that I thus could always feel ! Lord, more and more thy love reveal !
HYMN LVII. Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
Looking at the Cross. The grace and glory of thy name.
1 In evil long I took delight, 6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Unaw'd by shame or fear, Revives my heart and charms my ear:
Till a new object struck my sight, Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
And stopp'd my wild career. And Satan trembles at the sound.
2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood. 1 TAE Saviour, what a noble flame
3 Sure never till my latest breath Was kindled in his breast,
Can I forget that look; When, hasting to Jerusalem,
It seem'd to charge me with his death, He march'd before the rest!
Though not a word he spoke. 2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, 4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, His ev'ry thought engross;
And plung'd me in despair;
And help'd to nail him there. 3 With all his sufferings full in view,
5 Alas! I knew not what I did; And woes to us unknown,
But now my tears are vain; Forth to the task his spirit flew,
Where shall my trembling soul be hid, 'Twas love that urg'd him on.
For I the Lord have slain. 4 Lord, we return thee what we can; 6 Another look he gave, which said, Our hearts shall sound abroad,
“I freely all forgive; Salvation to the dying man,
This blood is for thy ransom paid, And to the rising God !
I die, that thou may’st live.” 5 And while thy bleeding glories here,
7 Thus, while his death my sin displays, Engage our wond'ring eyes,
In all its blackest hue, We learn our lighter cross to bear,
(Such is the mystery of grace,) And hasten to the skies.
C. It seals my pardon too.
8 With pleasing grief, and mournful joy, HYMN LVI.
My spirit now is filld,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.
the tree, Weep, and bleed, and die for me.
Supplies in the Wilderness. 2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt,
1 When Israel, by divine command, Shows my sin in all its guilt:
The pathless desert trod, Ah! my soul, he bore thy load;
They found, though 'twas a barren land, Thou hast slain the Lamb of God.
A sure resource in God. 3 Hark! his dying word, “ Forgive,
2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road, Father, let the sinner live;
And screen'd them from the heat; From the hard rocks the water flow'd,
And manna was their meat.
• Luke xii. 50.
3 Like them, we have a rest in view, 4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide, Secure from adverse powers;
Success was found on Israel's side ;* Like them, we pass a desert too;
But when through weariness they fail'd, But Israel's God is ours.
That moment Amalek prevail'd. 4 Yes, in this barren wilderness,
5 Have you no words? ah! think again, He is to us the same,
Words flow apace when you complain, By his appointed means of grace,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear, As once he was to them.
With the sad tale of all your care. 5 His word a light before us spreads, 6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, By which our path we see;
To heaven in supplication sent, His love a banner o'er our heads,
Your cheerful song would oft'ner be, From harm preserves us free.
“Hear what the Lord has done for me." 6 Jesus, the bread of life, is given
To be our daily food :
Power of Prayer. 7 Lord, 'tis enough, I ask no more, 1 In themselves, as weak as worms, These blessings are divine;
How can poor believers stand,
When temptations, foes, and storms,
Press them close on ev'ry hand ?
2 Weak, indeed, they feel they are, HYMN LIX.
But they know the throne of grace; Communion with the Saints in Glory. And the God who answers prayer, 1 REFRESHED by the bread and wine, Helps them when they seek his face. The pledges of our Saviour's love:
3 Though the Lord a while delay, Now let our hearts and voices join
Succour they at length obtain; In songs of praise with those above.
He who taught their hearts to pray, 2 Do they sing, “Worthy is the Lamb ?" Will not let them cry in vain. Although we cannot reach their strains,
4 Wrestling prayer can wonders do, Yet we, through grace, can sing the same, Bring relief in deepest straits; For us he died, for us he reigns.
Prayer can force a passage through 3 If they behold him face to face,
Iron bars and brazen gates.
Proud Assyria's host subdued;
And when smitten with disease, 4 They had, like us, a suffering time, Had his life by prayer renewed.
Our cares, and fears, and griefs they knew; 16 Peter, though confin'd and chain'd, But they have conquer'd all through him, Prayer prevail'd and brought him out;
And we ere long shall conquer too. When Èlijah prayed, it rain'd,
Are far beneath his matchless worth, 7 We can likewise witness bear,
Though we fear'd he would not hear,
Suddenly deliverance came.
8 For the wonders he has wrought,
Let us now our praises give;
And by sweet experience taught,
Call upon him while we live.
ON THE SCRIPTURES.
The Light and Glory of the World. Gives exercise to faith and love,
1 The Spirit breathes upon the word, Brings ev'ry blessing from above.
And brings the truth to sight; 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Precepts and promises afford
Prayer makes the christian'sarmour bright; A sanctifying light.
upon his knees.
Exod. xvii. 11.