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Surrounded and upheld by thee,
The fiery test abide.
4 The fire our graces shall refine,
Till, moulded from above,
We bear the character divine,
The stamp of perfect love.
1 O LET the pris’ner's mournful cries,
As incense in thy sight appear!
Their humble wailings pierce the skies,
If haply they may feel thee near.
2 The captive exiles make their moans,
From sin impatient to be free :
Call home, call home thy banish’d ones'
Lead captive their captivity
3 Show them the blood that bought their peace.
The anchor of their steadfast hope;
And bid their guilty terrors cease,
And bring the ransom'd pris’ners up.
4 Out of the deep regard their cries,
The fallen raise, the mourners cheer;
O Sun of Righteousness, arise,
And scatter all their doubt and fear !
5 Pity the day of feeble things;
O gather every halting soul!
And drop salvation from thy wings,
And make the contrite sinner whole.
6 Stand by them in the fiery hour,
Their feebleness of mind defend;
And in their weakness show thy power,
And make them patient to the end.
* 0 satisfy their soul in drought!
Give them thy saving health to see,
And let thy mercy find them out;
And let thy mercy reach to me.
3 Hast thou the work of grace begun,
And brought them to the birth in vain
O let thy children see the sun
Let all their souls be born again!
9 Relieve the souls whose cross we bear,
For whom thy suffering members mourn:
Answer our faith's effectual prayer;
Bid every struggling child be born!
Pastoral Hymn.] HYMN 151. 6 lines 8's. I UR earth we now lament to see,
With violence, wrong, and cruelty,
One wide-extended field of blood,
Where men like fiends each other tear,
In all the hellish rage of war.
2. As listed on Abaddon's side,
They mangle their own flesh, and slay :
Tophet is mov’d, and opens wide
Its mouth for its enormous prey;
And myriads sink beneath the grave,
And plunge into the flaming wave,
3 O might the universal Friend,
This havoc of his creatures see :
Bid our unnatural discord end;
Declare us reconcil’d in thee :
Write kindness on our inward parts,
And chase the murderer from our hearts
4. Who now against each other rise,
The nations of the earth constrain
To follow after peace, and prize
The blessings of thy righteous reign,
The joys of unity to prove,
The paradise of perfect love.
Portugal.] HYMN 152. L. M.
f UTHOR of faith, we seek thy face,
For all who feel thy work begun:
Confirm, and strengthen them in grace,
And bring thy feeblest children on.
2 Thou seest their wants, thou know'st their names, Be mindful of thy youngest care; Be tender of the new-born lambs, And gently in thy bosom bear. *
3 The lion roaring for his prey,
With ravening wolves on every side,
Watch over them to tear and slay,
If found one moment from their Guide.
4 Satan his thousand arts essays,
His agents all their powers employ,
To blast the blooming work of grace,
The heavenly offspring to destroy.
5 Baffle the crooked serpent’s skill,
And turn his sharpest darts aside:
Hide from their eyes the dev’lish ill,
O save them from the demon, pride!
6 In safety lead thy little flock,
From hell, the world, and sin secure :
And set their feet upon the rock,
And make in thee their goings sure.
1 I WANT a principle within,
Of jealous godly fear;
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it near;
I want the first approach to feel,
Of pride, or fond desire;
To catch the wand'ring of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.
2 From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience give.
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
3 If to the right or left I stray,
That moment, Lord, reprove :
And let me weep my life away,
For having griev'd thy love.
O may the least omission pain,
My well-instructed soul!
And drive me to the blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole. ,
1 HE praying spirit breathe,
The watching power impart:
From all entanglements beneath
Call off my peaceful heart;
My feeble mind sustain,
By worldly thoughts opprest;
*. and bid me turn again
o my eternal rest.
Swift to my rescue come,
Thine own this moment seize,
Gather my wand'ring spirit home, *
And keep in perfect peace:
Suffer'd no more to rove o
O'er all the earth abroad,
Arrest the pris'ner of thy love,
And shut me up in God.
HEPHERD divine, our wants relieve.
In this our evil day; .
To all thy tempted foll'wers give
The power to watch and pray.
Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear,
O let our souls on thee be cast
In never-ceasing prayer!
3 The spirit of interceding grace,
Give us in faith to claim ;
To wrestle till we see thy face,
And know thy hidden name.
4 Till thou thy perfect love impart,
Till thou thyself bestow;
Be this the cry of every heart,
I will not let thee go.
5 I will not let thee go unless
Thou tell thy name to me:
With all thy great salvation bless,
And make me all g thee.