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2 But when they had it long enjoy'd, From day to day the fame,

Their hearts were by the plenty cloy'd,
Altho' from heav'n it came.

3 Thus golpel-bread at first is priz'd,
And makes a people glad;

But afterwards too much defpis'd,
When eafy to be had:

4 But fhould the Lord, difpleas'd, with-hold
The bread his mercy fends;
To have our houses fill'd with gold
Would make but poor amends.
5 How tedious would the week appear,
How dull the Sabbath prove,
Could we no longer meet to hear
The precious truths we love?
6 How would believing parents bear,
To leave their heedlefs youth
Expos'd to every fatal snare,
Without the light of truth!
The gofpel, and a praying few,
Our bulwark long have prov'd;
But Olney fure the day will rue

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When these fhall be remov'd.

8 Then fin, in this once favour'd town,
Will triumph unreftrain'd;

And wrath and vengeance haften down,
No more by pray'r detain'd:

Preferve us from this judgment, Lord,
For Jefus' fake we plead;

A famine of the gospel word

Would be a ftroke indeed!

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L. Prayer for Minifters.

HIEF Shepherd of thy chofen sheep,
From death and fin fet free;

May ev'ry under thepherd keep

His eye intent on thee!

2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare To execute thy will;

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Compaflion, patience, love and care,
And faithfulness and skill.

Enflame their minds with holy zeal
Their flocks to feed and teach;
And let them live, and let them feel
The facred truths they preach.
4 Oh, never let the sheep complain
That toys, which fools amufe,
Ambition, pleasure, praise or gain,
Debafe the fhepherd's views.

5 He that for thefe forbears to feed
The fouls whom Jefus loves,
Whate'er he may profefs, or plead,`
An idol fhepherd proves *.

6 The fword of God fhall break his arm,
A blast shall blind his eye;

His word shall have no pow'r to warm,
His gifts fhall all grow dry.

7 O Lord, avert this heavy woe,
Let all thy fhepherds fay!

And grace, and ftrength, on each bestow, To labour while 'tis day.

LI. Prayer for a Revival.

1 SAVIOUR, vifit thy plantation, Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!

All will come to defolation,

Unless thou return again:

Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high;
Left, for want of thine affittance,
Ev'ry plant should droop and die.

* Zechariah, xi. 17.

? Surely,

2 Surely, once thy garden flourish'd,
Ev'ry part look'd gay and green;
Then thy word our fpirits nourish'd,
Happy feafons we have feen!
But a drought has fince fucceeded,
And a fad decline we fee;
Lord, thy help is greatly needed;
Help can only come from thee.
3 Where are thofe we counted leaders,
Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth?
Old profeffors, tall as cedars,

Bright examples to our youth!
Some, in whom we once delighted,
We fhall meet no more below;
Some, alas! we fear are blighted,.
Scarce a fingle leaf they show.

4 Younger plants--the fight how pleasant,
Cover'd thick with bloffoms stood;
But they caule us grief at prefent,
Frofts have nipp'd them in the bud!
Dearest Saviour, baften hither,

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Thou canst make them bloom again;
Oh, permit them not to wither,
Let not all our hopes be vain!
Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in pray'rs ;
Let each one efteem'd thy fervant
Shun the world's bewitching fnares;
Break the tempter's fatal pow'r,
Turn the ftony heart to flesh;
And begin, from this good hour,
To revive thy work afresh.

LII. Hoping for a Revival.

MY harp untun'd, and laid afide,

(To cheerful hours the harp belongs)

My cruel foes, infulting cry'd,

Come, fing us one of Zion's fongs."

2 Alas!

2 Alas! when finners, blindly bold,
At Zion fcoff, and Zion's King;
When zeal declines and love grows cold,
Is this a day for me to fing?

3 Time was, whene'er the faints I met,
With joy and praife my bofom glow'd;
But now, like Eli, fad I fit,

And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to grief my foul gave way, To fee the work of God decline; Methought I heard my Saviour fay, "Difmifs thy fears, the ark is mine. 5 Tho' for a time I hide my face, Rely upon my love and pow'r; Still wrestle at a throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour.

6 Take down thy long neglected harp,
I've feen thy tears, and heard thy pray'r;
The winter feafon has been fharp,
But fpring fhall all its waftes repair."
7 Lord, I obey; my hopes revive;
Come join with me, ye faints, and fing;
Our toes in vain against us ftrive,
For God will help and healing bring.

SACRAMENTAL HYMNS.

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And God invites to fup;

The juices of the living vine
Were prefs'd, to fill the cup.

2 Oh blefs the Saviour, ye that eat,
With royal dainties fed;

Not heav'n affords a coftlier treat,
For Jefus is the bread.

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4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refufe
The banquet fpread for you;

Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too.

5 If guilt and fin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I fhall fee his face.

LIV. Chrift crucified.

WHEN on the cross my Lord I fee, Bleeding to death for wretched me,

Satan and fin no more can move,

For I am all transform'd to love.

2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart; In ev'ry groan I bear a part;

I view his wounds with ftreaming eyes;
But fee! he bows his head, and dies!

3 Come, finners, view the Lamb of God, Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood! Behold his fide, and venture near,

The well of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet ftill my thirft remains;
Only the fountain-head above
Can fatisfy the thirft of love.

5 Oh that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal!
Then my glad tongue fhall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name,

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