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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. 1 SA
AVIOUR, visit thy plantation,
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain;
Lord, revive üs; Lord, revive us;
All our heip must come from thee. 2 Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high; Lest tor want of thine assistance,
Every plant should droop and aie. 3 Surely, qnce thy garden flourishid,
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.
Filld 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 sigbt how pleasan!
Cover'd thick with blossoms stood;
Frosts have nipp'd them in the bud. 8 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom again; Oh permit them not to wither,
Let not all our hopes be vain! 9 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayers;
Shun the world's bewitching snares. 10 Break the tempter's fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from this good hour To revive the work afresh.
HYMN 60. P. M.
'L come, and bid our jarrings
Come, O coue! and reign for ever,
God of Love, and Prince of Peace; Visit now poor bleeding Zion,
Here the people mourn and weep; Day and night thy lambs are crying,
Coine, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 2 Some for Paul, some for Apollos,
Some for Cephas-none agree; Jesus, let us hear tbee call us,
Help us, Lord, to follow thee. Then we'll rush through what encumbers,
Over ev'ry hind'rance leap; Not upheld by force or numbers,
Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. ? Lord, in us there is no merit,
We've been sinners from our youth; Guide us, Lord, by thy good spirit,
Which shall teach us all the truth. On thy gospel word we'll venture,
Tili in death's cold arms we sleep,
Love our Lord, and Christ our Saviour;
O good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 4 tome, good Lord, with courage arm us:
Persecution rages here; Nothing, Lord, we know can harm us,
While our shepherd is so ncar. Glory, glory, be to Jesus,
At his name our hearts do Jeap; He both comforts us and frees us;
The good Shepherd feeds his sheep. 5 Near the Prince of our salvation
Saying, “ Fear not, little flock;
You are built upon this rock.
Scale the mount, alihough it's eteep:
I delight to feed my sheep."
Taught by him, we'll own his name;
How it doth our souls inflame!
Give him glory, he will keep,
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 ;"
But he pray'd the louder still,
“Come, and ask me what you will." ? Money was not what he wanted,
Thougà hy begging used to live;
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!
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; I am weak, but thou art mightyHold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open now the chrystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through:
Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 Feed me with the heav'nly manna,
In this barren wilderness : Be my sword, and shield, and banner, Be my robe of righteousness:
Fight and conquer
All my foes by sov'reign grace. 4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside.
Foe to death, and hell's destruction,
Sungs us praises
REJOICING AND PRAISE.
HYMN 63. P. M. 1 Fountain whence our comfort flows,
so More to be desired than treasure;
Treasure which this world bestows. 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 give the weary rest. 4 Bid the billows, loudly raging,
Calınly at thy voice subside;
Soon to distant quarters glide. 5 As the evening sun declining,
Sheds around a sofler ray,
Calmly gild our closing ray.
Views with joy its sorrows past, Views them as an eicpty bubble
On the billowy ocean cast. 7 Oh! how sweet, in retrospection,
Pains and sorrows well endur'd; 'Twas through suffering-sweet reflection,
Christ our brightest hopes procurd. 8 Let ils, then, on him reclining,
For his sake our patience prove;