Now let thy voice engage our ear, And faith be mix'd with what we hear: CHO. Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless, And crown thy gospel with success.

Distracting thoughts and cares remove. And fix our hearts and hopes above; With food divine may we be fed, And satisfy'd with living bread: CHO. Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless, And crown thy gospel with success.

To us the sacred word apply, With sovereign power, and energy; And may we in thy faith and fear, Reduce to practice what we hear: CHO. Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless, And crown thy gospel with success.

Father, in us thy Son reveal ; Teach us to know and do thy will: Thy saving power and love display: And guide us to the realms of day: CHо. Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless, And crown thy gospel with success.

329. Before Preaching.

Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye; See Adam's race in ruin lie:

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughter'd heaps around.
And can these mouldering corpses live?
And can these perish'd bones revive?
That, mighty God, to thee is known;
That wondrous work is all thy own.
Thy ministers are sent in vain
To prophesy upon the slain;
In vain they call, in vain they cry,
Till thine almighty aid is nigh.
But if thy Spirit deign to breathe,
Life spreads thro' all the realms of death;
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move, they waken, they rejoice.
So when thy trumpet's awful sound
Shall shake the heavens and rend the ground,
Dead saints shall from their tombs arise,
And spring to life beyond the skies.
Speak, now, O Lord, with mighty pow'r;
Speak thou, O God, in this glad hour;
Speak, Lord, do thou each soul revive,
Speak thou, and then dry bones shall live.

330. Delight in God's Service.
FAR from our thoughts, vain world, be gone,
Let our religious hours alone;
May we by faith the Saviour see!
We wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
O warm our hearts with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire!

Come, dearest Saviour, from above,
And feed our souls with heav'nly love!
Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace, and dying love.
Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.
Send comforts down from thy right-hand,
While we pass thro' this barren land,
And in thy temple, let us see
A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.

331. The Christian Race.

AWAKE, our souls, (away our fears,
Let every trembling thought be gone)
Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
True, 'tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God
That feeds the strength of ev'ry saint.

The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r
Is ever new, and ever young,

And firm endures while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,

BEHOLD what wond'rous grace
The Father has bestow'd
On Sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made,
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall Abba, Father,' cry,
And thou the kindred own.

335. Christian Privileges.

BLESSED are the sons of God,

They are bought with Christ's own blood; They are ransom'd from the grave,

Life eternal they shall have:

All their sins are wash'd away,

They shall stand in God's great day,

With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity!
They produce the fruits of grace,
In the works of righteousness;
They are lights upon the earth,
Children of an heavenly birth:
One with God, with Jesus one,
Glory is in them begun;
With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity!

Tho' they suffer much on earth,
Strangers quite to this world's mirth;
Yet they have an inward joy,
Pleasures that can never cloy;

They alone are truly blest,

Heirs of God, joint heirs with Christ; With them number'd may we be, Here, and in eternity!

COME, happy souls, approach your God, With new melodious songs;

Come, tender to almighty grace

The tribute of your tongues.

So strange, so boundless was the love
That pity'd dying men,

The Father sent his equal Son

To give them life again.

Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With an avenging rod,