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HYMN 304. L. M. NEwTON.
I HO’ in the earthly church below,
2 Will it relieve their horrors there, To recollect their stations mere 2 How much they heard, how much. they knew, How long among the wheat they grew
3 Oh! this will aggravate their case !
4 We seem alike when thus we meet,_ _
• Strangers might think we all were wheat; But to the Lord's all-searching eyes, Each heart appears without disguise.
5 The tares are spar'd for various ends,
6 But tho’ they grow so tall and strong,
HYMN 305. 8, 7, 4. Newton.
Prayer for a Revival. Ps. lxxxv. 6.
I Solo. visit thy plantation:
2 Keep no longer at a distance;
3 Let our mutual love be fervent,
4 Break the tempter's fatal power;
HYMN 306. L. M. DoDDRIDGE.
Ezek. xxxvi. 37. 1 Co.; sacred Spirit, from above, And fill the coldest heart with love; Soften to flesh the flinty stone,
And let thy godlike pow'r be known.
2 Speak, Thou, and from the haughtiest
3. Oh, let a holy flock await,
4 In answer to our fervent cries,
1 S in soft silence, vernal show’rs
2 May we this heav'nly influ'nce find,
3 And lands beneath the burning sky,
HYMN 308. L. M. Doddardge.
Beholding transgressors. Ps. cxix. 158.
§ 1 Soft human nature sunk in shame;
4. See scandals pour’d on Jesus' name; The Father wounded thro’ the Son;
The world abus'd, the soul undone.
2 See the short course of vain delight,
Kindled by sin the source of wo.
3 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
4 But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weepwheremost it loves; : Thy own all-saving arm employ, # And turn these drops of grief to joy.
HYMN 309. L. M. DoDDRIDGE. | Vision of the dry bones. Ezek. xxxvii. 3. 1 I OOK down, O Lord, 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 perish'd bono 2
That, mighty God, to thee is known;
3 Thy ministers are sent in vain,
4. But if thy Spirit deign to breathe,
HYMN 310. C. M. DAvis.
.As the Rain, &c. Isa. lv. 10, 11.
2 "Tis God himself the ground prepares,
3 In vain the husbandman would toil,
4 Spirit of influence now descend Like rain upon the ground ! -| Thro' the wide worlds the gospel send,
And make its fruits abound. - | 240