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

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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.
3 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,

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The joys of unity to prove,

The paradise of perfect love. 152

Lancaster-p. 86.]

L. M.

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.


153 New-Bedford-p. 19.] C. M. I WANT a principle within

, A sensibility of sin,

A pain to feel it near :
I want the first approach 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. 154

Lucern-p. 121.] S. M. THE praying spirit breathe,


From all entanglements beneath

Call off my peaceful heart ;

My feeble mind sustain,

By worldly thoughts oppress'd ;
Appear, and bid me turn again

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.
155 Clarendon—p. 33.] C. M.
SHin this our evil day:

HEPHERD divine, our wants relieve 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." 156 Camberwellp. 125.] S. M. JESUS, my strength, my hope,

, 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 ihee, 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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