HYMN 313. L. M.

STRONG.

Prayer for opposers of revivals.

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LEST Lord, behold the guilty scorn Of those who hate and mock our praise;

Pity their state and make them turn, No more to walk in sinful ways. 2 Anxious we see their wretched state, Who never think of heav'n or hell; They laugh and sport and court the gate, Which opes where endless terrors dwell. 3 Lead them to view a sinful heart, A soul all enmity to thee, Destroy'd, defil'd in every part, Too proud to bow, too blind to see. 4 Lead them to view a holy law, Which justly dooms to endless death, To feel that guilt which Jesus saw, And pray'd 'Forgive,' with dying breath. 5 Open their eyes, unstop their ears, To hear condemning justice sound; Lord, change their hearts and then their

tears

Will witness grief to all around.

6 Once we were blind, like them we strove, "Till sov'reign mercy chang'd our ways; Lord, bow their wills, and make them love,

Then they will join our songs of praise.

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HYMN 314. 8s.

ALL glory to God in the sky,

And peace upon earth be restor❜d:

O Jesus, exalted on high,

Appear our omnipotent Lord! Who, meanly in Bethlehem born, Didst stoop to redeem a lost race, Once more to thy creatures return, And reign in thy kingdom of grace. 2 Oh, wouldst thou again be made known, Again in thy Spirit descend, And set up, in each of thine own, A kingdom that never shall end! Thou only art able to bless,

And make the glad nations obey, And bid the dire enmity cease,

And bow the whole world to thy sway.

3 Come then to thy servants again,
Who long thy appearing to know;
Thy quiet and peaceable reign
In mercy establish below:
Appeas'd by the charms of thy grace,
We all shall in amity join,

And kindly each other embrace,

And love with affection like thine.

HYMN 315.

C. M.

NEWTON.

For christian Conference.

LORD, our languid souls inspire,.

For here we trust thou art!

Send down a coal of heav'nly fire,
To warm each waiting heart.

2 Shew us some tokens of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise ;
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

3 Within these walls let holy praise,
And love and concord dwell:
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.

4 The feeling heart, the melting eye,
The humble mind bestow;
And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.

5 May we in faith receive thy word,
In faith present our pray❜rs;
And in the presence of our Lord,
Unbosom all our cares.

6 And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforc'd by mighty grace,

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Awaken sinners all around
To come and fill the place.

HYMN 316. L. M.

Rom. viii. 14.

B

NOME, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove,

Be thou our guardian, thou our guide,
O'er ev'ry thought and step preside.

2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far
From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare;
Lead to thy word that rules must give,
And teach us lessons how to live.

3 The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose thy way;
Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart,

That we from God may ne'er depart.

4 Lead us to holiness, the road

That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,
Nor let us from his pastures stray.
5 Lead us to God, our final rest,
In his enjoyment to be bless'd;
Lead us to heav'n, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

HYMN 317.

L. M.

FAWCETT.

Beginning of worship.

THY presence, gracious God, afford—
Prepare us to receive thy word;

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Now let thy voice engage our ear,
And faith be mixt with what we hear.

2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove,
And fix our hearts and hopes above;
With food divine may we be fed,
And satisfy'd with living bread

3 To us thy sacred word apply,
With sov'reign power and energy;

And may we in true faith and fear,
Reduce to practice what we hear.

HYMN 318.

L. M.

STEELE.

Prayer for the presence of Christ.

LORD, in the temples of thy grace,
Thy saints behold thy smiling face;

And oft have seen thy glories shine
With pow'r and majesty divine :

2 But soon, alas! thy absence mòurn,
And pray, and wish thy kind return;
Without thy life-inspiring light,
"Tis all a scene of gloomy night.

3 Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry
Our graces droop, our comforts die;
Return, and let thy glories rise
Again, to our admiring eyes;

4 Till fill'd with light, and joy, and love,
Thy courts below, like those above,
Triumphant hallelujahs raise,

And heav'n and earth resound thy praise.

HYMN 319. C. M.

STEELE.

1 COME, Lord, and warm each languid

heart

Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heav'n impart
Their influ'nce to our song.