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Showers, the thirsty land refreshing ;
Even me. 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father! Sinful though
my heart may be ; Thou mightst leave me, but the rather Let Thy mercy light on me,
Even me. 3 Pass me
O tender Saviour !
Even me. 4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit !
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Even me. 5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving Thee ?
Even me. 6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,
Blood of Christ, so rich and free,
Even me. 7 Pass me not, this lost one bringing,
Satan's slave, Thy child shall be,
1213 I say unto you, the fields are white already to
harvest.-John 4. 35. ORD of the living harvest,
Where angels soon shall gather
Their sheaves of golden grain;
These hearts to trust and love,
Thy Kingdom from above.
Send us out, Christ, to be
Of weary days for Thee;
When Thou shalt call us home,
And see Thy Kingdom come.
And fill our souls with light;
In linen clean and white;
Be with us, where we stand,
Throughout this happy land.
Be with us, God the Son;
O blessed Three in One!
Thee rightly to adore,
door and effectual is opened.
1 Cor. 16. 9.
Who scatters abroad,
[grace; The praise let Him have,
For the work He has done;
Has prospered His word,
Has made it prevail,
His arm He has bared,
His glory to show, And witness the power of His passion below. 3 And shall we not sing
Our Saviour and King ?
Thy witnesses, we
Thou, Jesus, hast blessed,
Who thankfully own
C. WESLEY. 1782.
1215 That the Word of the Lord may have free
course, and be glorified.—2 Thess. 3. 1.
Kindled by a spark of grace!
To bring fire on earth He came,
All partake the glorious bliss !
Small and feeble was His day;
Shakes the trembling gates of hell.
He the door hath opened wide;
Him who spake a world from nought.
Little as a human hand ?
C. WESLEY. 1758.
They shall speak of the glory of Thy Kingdom.
Ps. 145. 11.
Whose love has brought us nigh,
Who reigns with Thee on high;
Behold us as we gather
Adoring at Thy feet,
Thy children deign to greet. 2 We give Thee thanks and blessing
For Thy surpassing gift,
What lofty hopes uplift!
And kindred, tongue, and tribe,
Shall grace to Him ascribe.
3 Yet are we sad before Thee,
For dying souls afar,
Of Jacob's royal Star;
Who did in death atone,
Has made His life their own.
4 On, on the moments bear them,
Where deeper shades prevail ;
The Gospel's light to hail ?
Reclaim, renew, restore,
The balm Divine outpour.
*5 Hear Thou the loving voices
That pray, “Thy Kingdom come; In Thee our faith rejoices,
Let not our lips be dumb,