And let thy mercy find them out;
And let thy mercy reach to me.
8 Hast thou the work of grace begun,
And brought them to the birth, in vain?
O let thy children see the sun!
Let all their souls be born again!
9 Relieve the souls whose cross we bear,
For whom thy suff'ring members mourn;
Answer our faith's effectual prayer;
Bid every struggling child be born!
151 Gilman-p. 169.] 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
UR earth we now lament to see
OUR earth we of wickedness o'erflow'd,
With violence, wrong, and cruelty,-
One wide-extended field of blood,
Where men like fiends each other tear,
In all the hellish rage of war.
2 As 'listed on Abaddon's side,
They mangle their own flesh, and slay,
Tophet is moved, and opens wide
Its mouth for its enormous prey;
And myriads sink beneath the grave,
And plunge into the flaming wave.
O might the universal Friend
This havoc of his creatures see!
Bid our unnatural discord end;
Declare us reconciled in thee:
Write kindness on our inward parts,
And chase the murderer from our hearts!
4 Who now against each other rise,
The nations of the earth, constrain
To follow after peace, and prize
The blessings of thy righteous reign,
The joys of unity to prove,
The paradise of perfect love.
152 Lancaster-p. 86.]
UTHOR of faith, we seek thy face,
A For all who feel thy work begun.
Confirm, and strengthen them in grace,
And bring thy feeblest children on.
2 Thou seest their wants, thou knowst their names,
Be mindful of thy youngest care;
Be tender of the new-born lambs,
And gently in thy bosom bear.
3 The lion roaring for his prey,
With rav'ning wolves on every side,
Watch over them to tear and slay,
If found one moment from their Guide
4 Satan his thousand arts essays,
His agents all their powers employ,
To blast the blooming work of grace,
The heavenly offspring to destroy.
5 Baffle the crooked serpent's skill,
And turn his sharpest darts aside :
Hide from their eyes the dev'lish ill,
O save them from the demon, pride!
6 In safety lead thy little flock!
From hell, the world, and sin secure : And set their feet upon the rock,
And make in thee their goings sure.
New-Bedford-p. 19.] C. M.
I WANT a principle within,
Of jealous, godly fear;
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it near:
I want the first approach to feel,
Of pride, or fond desire;
To catch the wand'ring of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.
2. From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give.
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
3 If to the right or left I stray,
That moment, Lord, reprove;
And let me weep my life away,
For having grieved thy love.
O may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul!
And drive me to the blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole.
Lucern-p. 121.] . S. M.
HE praying spirit breathe,
The watching power impart;
From all entanglements beneath
Call off my peaceful heart;
My feeble mind sustain,
By worldly thoughts oppress'd;
Appear, and bid me turn again
To my eternal rest.
2 Swift to my rescue come,
Thine own this moment seize;
Gather my wand'ring spirit home,
And keep in perfect peace :
Suffer'd no more to rove
O'er all the earth abroad,
Arrest the pris'ner of thy love,
And shut me up in God.
SHEPHERD divine, our wants relieve
In this our evil day :
To all thy tempted followers giye
The power to watch and pray.
2 Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear,
O let our souls on thee be cast
In never-ceasing prayer!
3 The spirit of interceding grace
Give us in faith to claim;
To wrestle till we see thy face,
And know thy hidden name.
4 Till thou thy perfect love impart,
Till thou thyself bestow,
Be this the cry of every heart,
"I will not let thee go.
5 "I will not let thee go unless
Thou tell thy name to me;
With all thy great salvation bless,
And make me all like thee.
6 "Then let me on the mountain top
Behold thy open face;
Where faith in sight is swallow'd up,
And prayer in endless praise."
Camberwell-p. 125.]
ESUS, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on thee to wait,
'Till I can all things do, On thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew.
2 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down, and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill:
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss; Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.
3 I want a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And arm'd with jealous care, For ever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer.
4 I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease, Never to murmur at thy stay, Or wish my suff'rings less. This blessing, above all, Always to pray, I want,
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