THE CXCVI. Another. L. M. God who once to Ifrael fpoke From Sinai's top, in fire and fmokę, In gentler ftrains of gospel-grace N. CXCVII. Another. As the 148th Pfalm. How highly blefs'd are they, Who love and ferve the Lord; Who jointly to him pray, And liften to his word! His word, which makes the fimple wife, Like gentle fhow'rs of rain i May ev'ry foul actend; And may it long remain. Lord, give us food for many days, And fill our hearts with love and praise. F L CXCVIII. Another. C. M. ET me not always, Lord, appear How many fermons do I hear? How few do I retain ? Let me not to thy tempie come, A bleffing, Lord, on me bestow, CXCIX. Another. C. M. F. OME, Holy Ghoft, cur hearts infpire, COM Source of the old prophetic fire, Fountain of life and love: Come, Holy Gholt, for mov'd by thes Thy prophets wrote and poke; Open the hearts of all who hear, CC. Another. L. M. LORD, folemnize our trifling minds help us feriously to think, A vait eternity is near, And ev'ry foul is on the brink! Lord, help thy minister to preach Now, may we all attend thy voice, CCI. Another. P. M. LORD of Harveft, our petition We prefent before thy throne; Thou canst help, and thou alone. To thy church, and fix them there. CCII. Another. L, M. AND will the great, th' eternal God, Whofe potent hand the thunder forms, Defcend to this polluted clod, And converse hold with finful worms? Yes-Tis his word that chears our fouls- From his own lips the promise came: F. CCIII. Another. As the 104th Pfalm. THE HE law of the Lord is worthy our fongs, It is to his word our fafety belongs; For to its perfection all wifdom we owe, And by its direction, we're guided below. The fimple may learn where happiness lies, Their errors difcern, and quickly grow wife; The faints from this fountain, refreshment may gain, And firm as a mountain, their faith fhall remain. F. CCIV. Another. Pfal. lxxxv. 8. C. M. And now, we humbly waiting stand Meet us, we pray, with words of peace, CCV. Another. L. M. LORD, in the temples of thy grace, Thy faints behold thy Imiling face; And we have feen thy glory thine, Return, O Lord, our fpirits cry, Our graces droop, our comforts die; N. |