135. The Savior's Visit.

1 SAVIOR, visit thy plantation,
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain;
All will come to desolation,
Unless Lou retuin again.

CHORUS.

Turn to the Lord, and seek redemption,

Sound the praise of his dear

name;

Glory, honor, and salvation!
Christ the Lord is come to reign.

2 Keen no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from ou high; Lest, for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and die.

Chorus-Turn to the Lord, &c.

3 Surely, once thy garden flourish'd,

Every part look'd gay and green; Then thy word our spirits nourish'u

Happy seasons we have seen! Chorus-Turn to the Lord, &c.

4 But a drought has since succeeded,

And a sad decline we see ; Lord, thy help is greatly needed; Help can only come from thee. Chorus-Turn to the Lord, &c.

5 Where are those we counted -leaders,

Old professors, tall as cedars,

Bright examples for our youth f Chorus-Turn to the Lord, &c.

6 Some, in whom we once delighted,

We shall meet no more below; Some, alas! we tear are blighted,

Scarce a single leaf they show. Chorus-Turn to the Lord, &c.

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.

Chorus-Turn to the Lord, &c.

8 Dearest Savior, hasten hither, Thou canst make the bloom again;

Oh, permat them not to wither;

Let not all our hopes be vain! Chorus-Turn to the Lord, &c.

9 I.et our mutual love be fervent.
Make us prevalent in prayers;
Let each one esteem'd thy servant,
Shun the world's bewitching

snares.

Chorus-Turn to the Lord, &c.

10 Break the tempter's fatal power
Turn the stony heart to desh;
And begin from: this good hour
To revive thy work afresh.

Fill'd with zeal, and love, and Chorus-Turn to the Lord, &c.

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Furnished for the Lyre, by Mr. Kammerer, of New-York, formerly Professor of Music at Hofwyl.

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137. Sacrament.

1 Ан, tell us no more,
The spirit and power
Of Jesus, our God,

Is not to be found in this life-giving food.

2 Did Jesus ordain

His supper in vain,

And furnish a feast

For none but his earliest servants to taste?

3 Nay, but this is his will,
(We know it and feel)

That we should partake

The banquet, for all he so freely did make.

4 In rapturous bliss

He bids us do this;

The joy it imparts,

Hath witness'd his glorious design in our hearts.

5 'Tis God, we believe,
Who cannot deceive;
The witness of God

Is present, and speaks in the mystical blood

6 Receiving the bread,

Ou Jesus we feed ;

It doth not appear,

His manner of working, but Jesus is here