Hymn. Imploring a blessing on the Means. I THOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes Our inmost thoughts perceive, Which now to Thee we give. And think ourselves sincere; Thy real worshipper? 3 Is here a soul that knows Thee not, Nor feels his want of Thee? His pardon on the tree? 4 Convince him now of unbelief; His desp'rate state explain ; And penitential pain. 5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper, Rise! The death that never dies. 6 Extort the cry, "What must be done "To save a wretch like me? • How shall a trembling sinner shun That endless misery? 6 Hymn. Imploring a blessing on the Means. 1 COME, O Thou all-victorious LORD, Thy pow'r to us make known; And break these hearts of stone. 2 O that we all might now begin Our foolishness to mourn ; And to our SAVIOUR turn. In this our gracious day: And take our sins away. And freely then release ; And then with sacred peace. And then enrich the poor ; The knowledge of our cure. And then remove the load; In the atoning blood. 7 Our desp'rate state through sin declare, And speak our sins forgiv'n; D. . Imploring a blessing on the Meuns. 1 O LORD, our languid souls inspire! For here, we trust, Thou art: To warm each waiting heart. 2 Dear SHEPHERD of Thy people, hear, Thy presence now display; So give us hearts to pray! Our fainting hope to raise ; That we may render praise ! 4 Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord, dwell; The wounded spirit heal! 5 The feeling heart, the melting eye, The humble mind, bestow; To make our graces grow! Enforc'd by mighty grace, Awaken many sinners round, To come and fill the place ! Lyymn. Imploring a blessing on the Means. 1 JESUS, where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground. 2 For Thou, within no walls contin'd, Inhabitest the humble mind; 3 Dear SHEPHERD of Thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew! 4 Here may we prove the pow'r of pray'r, To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; 5 LORD, we are few, but Thou art near; Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear; Wymn. The Lord's Prayer. 1 FATHER of all! to -Thee we bow, Who dwell'st in heav'n ador'd, Thé universal LORD. 2 For ever hallow'd be Thy Name By all beneath the skies ! Till grace to glory rise ! 3 To Thee, O FATHER ! may each heart In filial love be giv'n! On earth, as 'tis in heav'n! 4 Give us each day our daily bread; The bread of life bestow : To us forgiveness show. 5 Direct our life, and guard our feet, From ev'ry evil way, Our wand'ring footsteps stray. 6 Thine is the pow'r, the kingdom Thine, The glory due to Thee ; Thine from eternity they were ; And Thine shall ever be ! |