Send down a coal of heavenly fire, To warm each waiting heart. 2 Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear, Thy presence now display; As thou hast given a place for prayer, So give us hearts to pray. 3 Show us some tokens of thy love, Our fainting hope to raise ; 5 The feeling heart, the melting eye, To make our graces grow. 6 May we in faith receive thy word, 7 And may the gospel's joyful sound, Awaken many sinners round, HYMN XLIV. ANOTHER. 1 JESUS, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallow'd ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confin'd, Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring thee where they come, 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer HYMN XLV. The Lord's day. C. Is the returning day of rest, Which hides them from the world a while! 2 Now, from the throng withdrawn away, They seem to breathe a different air; Compos'd and soften'd by the day, All things another aspect wear. 3 How happy if their lot is cast, Where statedly the gospel sounds! The word is honey to their taste, [wounds. Renews their strength and heals their 4 Though pinch'd with poverty at home, With sharp afflictions daily fed, It makes amends, if they can come To God's own house for heavenly bread. 5 With joy they hasten to the place Where they their Saviour oft have met, And while they feast upon his grace, Their burdens and their griefs forget. 6 This favour'd lot, my friends, is ours; May we the privilege improve, And find these consecrated hours Sweet earnests of the joys above! 7 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord; Here we thy promis'd presence seek; Open thine hand, with blessings stor'd, And give us manna for the week. HYMN XLVI. Gospel-Privileges. 10 HAPPY they who know the Lord, 2 To them in each distressing hour, 3 He help'd his saints in ancient days, And we can witness to his praise, 4 Wand'ring in sin, our souls he found, 5 Oft in his house his glory shines, 6 His presence sweetens all our cares, 1 How welcome to the saints, when press'd 8 Let us enjoy and highly prize With six days' noise, and care, and toil, Isaiah liv. 2. These tokens of thy love, Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise, To worship thee above. HYMN XLVII. ANOTHER. 1 HAPPY are they to whom the Lord 2 He calls them to his mercy-seat, And hears their humble prayer; No power can long withstand; 4 Then mountains sink at once to plains, 5 Though men despise them, or revile, 6 Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed, They would not change their gospel-bread 7 When cheer'd with faith's sublimer joys, 8 Dear Lord, assist our souls to pay The debt of praise we owe, That we enjoy a gospel-day, And heaven begun below. HYMN XLVIII. Praise for the Continuance of the Gospel.* 2 Oft as that memorable hour The changing year brings round again, We meet to praise the love and power Which heard our cries and eased our pain. 3 Come, ye who trembled for the ark, Unite in praise for answer'd prayer! Did not the Lord our sorrows mark? Did not our sighing reach his ear? 4 Then smaller griefs were laid aside, And all our cares summ'd up in one: "Let us but have thy word," we cried, "In other things thy will be done." 5 Since he has granted our request, And we still hear the gospel-voice, Although by many trials prest, In this we can and will rejoice. 6 Though to our lot temptations fall, HYMN XLIX. A Famine of the Word. 1 GLADNESS was spread through Israel's host 2 But when they had it long enjoyed, 3 Thus gospel-bread at first is priz'd, 4 But should the Lord, displeas'd, withhold 5 How tedious would the week appear, 7 The gospel, and a praying few, 8 Then sin, in this once-favour'd town, 9 And wrath and vengeance hasten down, No more by prayer detain'd. Preserve us from this judgment, Lord, A famine of the gospel-word HYMN L. Prayer for Ministers. 1 CHIEF Shepherd of thy chosen sheep, 2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare To execute thy will; Compassion, patience, love, and care, 3 Inflame their minds with holy zeal, Wherever a separation is threatened between a 4 minister and people who dearly love each other, this Hymn may be as seasonable as it was once in Olney. Ambition, pleasure, praise, or gain, 5 He that for these forbears to feed 6 The sword of God shall break his arm, 7 O Lord, avert this heavy woe, And grace, and strength, on each bestow, HYMN LI. Prayer for a Revival. 1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation, Unless thou return again: 3 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth? Old professors, tall as cedars, Bright examples to our youth! Scarce a single leaf they show. HYMN LII. Hoping for a Revival, 1 My harp untun'd and laid aside, (To cheerful hours the harp belongs) My cruel foes insulting cried, "Come, sing us one of Zion's songs." 2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold, At Zion scoff, and Zion's King; When zeal declines, and love grows cold, Is this a day for me to sing? 3 Time was, whene'er the saints I met, With joy and praise my bosom glow'd; But now, like Eli, sad I sit, And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline; Methought I heard my Saviour say, "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 5 "Though for a time I hide my face, Rely upon my love and power; Still wrestle at a throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 6 "Take down thy long-neglected harp, I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer, The winter-season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair." 7 Lord, I obey; my hopes revive; SACRAMENTAL HYMNS. HYMN LIII. Welcome to the Table. 1 THIS is the feast of heavenly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living vine Were press'd to fill the cup. 2 Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed; 4 Younger plants-the sight how pleasant-3 Thou canst make them bloom again; Let not all our hopes be vain! 5 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in prayers: Zech. xi. 17. Not heaven affords a costlier treat, The vile, the lost, he calls to them, Ye trembling souls, appear! 4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse 5 If guilt and sin afford a plea, HYMN LIV. Christ Crucified. 1 WHEN on the cross my Lord I see. Bleeding to death for wretched me, C. Satan and sin no more can move, For I am all transform'd to love. 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, In every groan I bear a part; I view his wounds with streaming eyes; 4 Here I forget my cares and pains; 5 O that I thus could always feel! Lord, more and more thy love reveal! 6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear, HYMN LV. Jesus hasting to Suffer. 1 THE Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When, hasting to Jerusalem, He march'd before the rest! 2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, 3 With all his sufferings full in view, "Twas love that urg'd him on. 4 Lord, we return thee what we can; 5 And while thy bleeding glories here, Engage our wond'ring eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, HYMN LVI. It is good to be here. 1 LET me dwell on Golgotha, 3 Hark! his dying word, " Forgive, Father, let the sinner live; Luke xii. 50. C. HYMN LVII. 1 IN evil long I took delight, 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, 3 Sure never till my latest breath It seem'd to charge me with his death, 4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 5 Alas! I knew not what I did; 6 Another look he gave, which said, This blood is for thy ransom paid, 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays, In all its blackest hue, (Such is the mystery of grace,) It seals my pardon too. 8 With pleasing grief, and mournful joy, My spirit now is fill'd, That I should such a life destroy, HYMN LVIII. 1 WHEN Israel, by divine command, They found, though 'twas a barren land, A sure resource in God. 2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road, And screen'd them from the heat; From the hard rocks the water flow'd, And manna was their meat. 3 Like them, we have a rest in view, Secure from adverse powers; Like them, we pass a desert too; But Israel's God is ours. 4 Yes, in this barren wilderness, By his appointed means of grace, 5 His word a light before us spreads, 6 Jesus, the bread of life, is given To be our daily food: We drink a wond'rous stream from heaven, 7 Lord, 'tis enough, I ask no more, HYMN LIX. Communion with the Saints in Glory. 3 If they behold him face to face, ON PRAYER. HYMN LX. 1 WHAT various hindrances we meet Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw, 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; 4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide, 5 Have you no words? ah! think again, HYMN LXI. 1 IN themselves, as weak as worms, 5 Hezekiah on his knees 8 For the wonders he has wrought, ON THE SCRIPTURES. HYMN LXII. The Light and Glory of the World. Exod. xvii. 11. C. |