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There was old father Noah, and ten thousand
more, Who witness'd that God heard them pray; There was Samuel and Hannah, Paul, Silas and
And Daniel and Jonah will say, 4 That God by his spirit, or an angel doth visit,
Our souls and our bodies while praying; Shall we all go fainting, while they all go prais
ing, And glorify God in the flame. God grant us to inherit the same praying spirit,
While onward we journey below, So that when we cease praying, we may not cease
praising, But around God's bright throne we may bow.
HYMN 59. P. M.
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain;
Lord, revive us; Lord, revive us;
All our help must come from thee. 2 Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high; Lest for want of thine assistance,
Every plant should droop and aie. 3 Surely, once thy garden flourish'd,
Every part look'd gay and green; Then thy word our spirits nourish'd;
Happy seasons we have seen!
And a sad decline we see;
Help can only come from thee.
Fillid with zeal, and love, and truth?
Bright examples for our youth!
We shall meet no more below;
Some, alas! we fear are blighted,
Scarce a single leaf they show. 7 Younger plants-the sight how pleasant!
Cover'd thick with blossoms stood; But they cause us grief at present,
Frosts have nipp'd them in the bud. 8 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom again;
Let not all our hopes be vain! 9 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayers ; Let each one esteer'd thy servant,
Shun the world's bewitching snares. 10 Break the tempter's fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh;
HYMN 60. P. M. 1
, Come, and bid our jarrings cease; Come, O come! and reign for ever,
God of Love, and Prince of Peace;
Here the people mourn and weep;
Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 2 Some for Paul, some for Apollos,
Some for Cephas-none agree;
Help us, Lord, to follow thee.
Over ev'ry hind'rance leap;
Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 3 Lord, in us there is no merit,
We've been sinners from our youth;
Which shall teach us all the truth.
'Till in death's cold arms we sleep,
Love our Lord, and Christ our Saviour;
O good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 4 Come, good Lord, with courage arm us:
Persecution rages here; Nothing, Lord, we know can harm us,
While our shepherd is so near. Glory, glory, be to Jesus,
At his name our hearts do leap; He both comforts us and frees us;
The good Shepherd feeds his sheep. 5 Ilear the Prince of our salvation
Saying, "Fear not, little flock; I, myself, am your Foundation,
You are built upon this rock. Shun the paths of vice and folly,
Scale the mount, alihough it's steep; Look to me, and be ye holy;
I delight to feed my sheep." 6 Christ alone, whose merit saves us,
Taught by him, we'll own his name; Sweetest of all names is Jesus!
How it doth our souls inflame! Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Give him glory, he will keep, He will clear our way before us;
The good Shepherd feeds his sheep.
HYMN 61. P. M.
Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd : “ Others by thy grace are saved,
Now vouchsafe to me thine aid ;" While he cried the people chid him,
But he pray'd the louder still, 'Till the gracious Saviour bid him,
“Come, and ask me what you will." Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live; But he ask'd, and Jesus granted, Alms which none but he could give.
“ Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day;" Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.
Publishing to all around,
What a Saviour I have found !
And would be advised by me! Surely, they would come unto him,
He would cause them all to see. 4 Now I freely leave my garments,
Follow Jesus in the way;
Lead me to eternal day:
Spotless, innocent, and pure;
HYMN 62. P. M. 1
Pilgrim through this barren land;
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 Feed me with the heav'nly manna,
In this barren wilderness :
Fight and conquer
All my foes by sov'reign grace. # When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Foe to death, and hell's destruction,
Songs of praises
REJOICING AND PRAISE.
HYMN 63. P. M.
1 ICHEST source of purest pleasure,
R , More to be desired than treasure;
Treasure which this world bestowe. 2 These afford us poor enjoyment
As the world recedes to view;
As we bid the world adieu.
Refuge to the poor distress'd, Thou canst calm our perturbation,
Thou canst give the weary rest. 4 Bid the billows, loudly raging,
Calmly at thy voice subside;
Soon to distant quarters glide. 5 As the evening sun declining,
Sheds around a softer ray,
Calmly gild our closing ray.
Views with joy its sorrows past,
On the billowy ocean cast.
Pains and sorrows well endur'd; "Twas through suffering--sweet reflection,
Christ our brightest hopes procur'd. 8 Let us, then, on him reclining,
For bis sake our patience prove;