2 Ten thousand dying souls
Its influence feel and live;
Sweeter than vital air
The incense they receive:
They breathe anew, and rise and sing
Jesus, the Lord, their conq'ring King.
3 But sinners scorn the grace,
That brings salvation nigh:
They turn their face away,
And faint, and fall, and die.
So sad a doom, ye saints, deplore-
For Oh! they fall to rise no more.
HYMN 294. 8,7, 4.
go take your stations;
Darkness reigns throughout the earth;
Go, proclaim among the nations,
Joyful news of heav'nly birth;
Bear the tidings
Of the Saviour's matchless worth.
2 What though earth and hell united,
Should oppose the Saviour's plan?
Plead his cause, nor be affrighted:
Fear ye not the face of man:
Vain their tumult,
Stop his work they never can.
3 When expos'd to fearful dangers,
Jesus will his own defend:
Borne afar 'midst foes and strangers,
Jesus will appear your friend:
And his presence
Shall be with you to the end.
HYMN 295. L. M.
Carthage. Armley.
Prayer for a sick Minister.
1 O THOU, before whose gracious throne,
We bow our suppliant spirits down;
Avert thy swift descending stroke,
Nor smite the shepherd of the flock.
2 Restore him, sinking to the grave;
Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save ;
Back to our hopes and wishes give,
And bid our friend and father live.
3 Bound to each soul by tend'rest ties,
In every breast his image lies;
Thy pitying aid, O God, impart,
Nor rend him from each bleeding heart.
4 Yet, if our supplications fail,
And pray'rs and tears cannot prevail;
Be thou his strength, be thou his stay,
And guide him safe to endless day.
Buckingham. Plympton.
Comfort under the loss of Ministers.
1 WHAT-tho' the arm of conquering death
Does God's own house invade;
What-though the Prophet and the Priest
Be number'd with the dead!
2 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young;
The watchful eye in darkness clos'd,
And mute th' instructive tongue :
3 Th' Eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comforts to impart;
His eye still guides us, and his voice
Still animates our heart.
4 Then let our drooping hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry;
Why should those eyes be drown'd iu grief,
Which view a Saviour nigh?
HYMN 297. S. M.
1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,
The church our blest Redeemer sav'd,
With his own precious blood.
2 If e'er to bless thy sons,
My voice, or hands deny,
These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.
3 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare, or her wo,
Let every joy this heart forsake,
And every grief o'erflow.
4 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be giv'n,
Till toils and cares shall end.
HYMN 298. 8, 7.
Sicilian Hymn. Northampton Chapel.
Declension lamented.
1 ONCE, O Lord, thy garden flourish'd,
Ev'ry part look'd gay and green;
Then thy word our spirits nourish'd,
Happy seasons we have seen!
2 But a drought has since succeeded,
And a sad decline we see;
Lord, thy help is greatly needed,
Help can only come from thee.
3 Some, in whom we once delighted,
We shall meet no more below;
Some, alas! we fear are blighted,-
Scarce a single leaf they show.
4 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom again;
Oh, permit them not to wither,
Let not all our hopes be vain!
HYMN 299. L. M.
Leeds. St. Catharine's.
1 O SUN of Righteousness divine,
On us with beams of mercy shine,
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn our darkness into day.
2 While mourning o'er our guilt and shame, And asking mercy in thy name,
Dear Saviour, cleanse us with thy blood,
And be our Advocate with God.
3 Sustain, when sinking in distress,
And guide us through this wilderness,
Teach our low thoughts from earth to rise,
And lead us onward to the skies.
1 HOW few the word of God regard,
Or seek their Maker's face!
In vain the gospel is proclaim'd,
If not enforc'd by grace.
2 Almighty God, exert thy power,
And melt the stony breast;
Then shall thy justice be ador'd,
Thy mercy stand confess'd.
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