8 May young and old thy word receive,
Dead sinners hear thy voice and live;
The wounded conscience healing find,
And joy refresh each drooping mind.
4 May aged saints, matur'd with grace,
Abound in fruits of holiness;

And when transplanted to the skies,
May younger in their stead arise.
3 Thus we our suppliant voices raise,
And weeping, sow the seed of praise,
In humble hope that thou wilt hear
Thy ministers' and people's pray'r.

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Zion's Increase prayed for....Zech. ix. 13-16.
How many years hath man been driv'n
Far off from happiness and heav'n!
When wilt thou, gracious Lord, restore
Thy banish'd sons to roam no more.
2 For near six thousand years, thy foe
Hath triumph'd over all below;

Save that a little flock is found,

With rav'ning wolves encompass'd round. 3 Shall not the Lamb, who once was slain, An ample compensation gain; And many happy millions more To happiness and God restore? 4 From ev'ry nation....ev'ry tongue, A remnant must to him belong; Nor can there be too vile a race To furnish trophies of his grace. 5 Exert that pow'r which could subdue The furious, slaughter-breathing Jew, And make him in thy cause become Victorious over Greece and Rome. 6 Now, Lord, before thy servants go; Let God himself the trumpet blow;

Hasten the gospel jubilee,

Which bids a captive world be free.

215. S. M. Kent.

Church coming up from the Wilderness....Cant. viii. 5.

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ROM sin's dark, thorny maze,
To Canaan's fertile plains,
A trav'lling fair one, in distress,

On her beloved leans.

2 Thro' fire and flood she goes,

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A weakling more than strong-
Vents in his bosom all her woes,
And, leaning, moves along.
When dangers round her press,
And darkness veils the skies,
She leans upon his righteousness,
From whence her hopes arise.
When guilt, a mighty flood,
Her trembling conscience pains,
Then on his peace-procuring blood
This trav'lling fair one leans.
She views the cov'nant sure;
Her hopes all centre there;
And on his bosom leans secure,
Whose temples bled for her.

O'er Jordan's chilling flood,
When call'd by death to go,
She, leaning on her cov'nant God,
Shall pass triumphant thro'.

216. 8. 7. 4.

Newton.

Zion's Increase prayed for....Ps. lxxxv. 6.
AVIOUR, visit thy plantation;
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!

SAVIOUR,

All will come to desolation

Unless thou return again.

Lord, revive us ;

All our help must come from thee.

2 Keep no longer at a distance ;
Shine upon us from on high,
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Ev'ry plant should droop and die.
3 Surely once thy garden flourish'd;
Ev'ry part look'd gay and green;
Then thy word our spirits nourish'd ;
Happy seasons we have seen!

[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.

5 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth? Old professors, tall as cedars,

Bright examples to our youth?

Some, in whom we once delighted,
We shall meet no more below
Some, alas! we fear are blighted-
Scarce a single leaf they show.

7 Younger plants, (the sight how pleasant!)
Cover'd thick with blossoms stood;
But they cause us grief at present-
Frost has nipp'd them in the bud !]
8 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither;

Thou canst make them bloom again; O, permit them not to wither; Let not all our hopes be vain. 9 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in prayers; Let each one, esteem'd thy servant, 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 thy work afresh.

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217. L. M. Roby's Col. Collection for the poor....1 Chron. xxix. 14. HE Lord who rules the world's affairs, For me a well-spread board prepares ; My grateful thanks to him shall rise; He knows my wants, those wants supplies. 2 And shall I grudge to give his poor A mite from all my bount'ous store? No-Lord, the friends of thine and thee Shall always find a friend in me.

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218. S. M. Scott.
Collection....1 Chron. xxix. 14.
HY bounties, gracious Lord,
With gratitude we own:
We bless thy providential grace,
Which show'rs its blessings down.

2 With joy the people bring

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Their off'rings round thy throne;
With thankful souls behold we pay
A tribute of thy own.

Accept this humble mite,

Great Sov'reign Lord of all;
Nor let our num'rous mingling sins,

The fragrant ointment spoil.

Let a redeemer's blood
Diffuse its virtues wide;
Hallow and cleanse our ev'ry gift,

And all our follies hide.

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0 may this sacrifice

To thee the Lord ascend:

An odour of a sweet perfume,

Presented by his hand.

6 Well pleas'd our God shall view
The products of his grace;

And in a plentiful reward
Fulfil his promises.

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L. M. Cennick....altered.

Conflict between Flesh and Spirit....Rom. vii. 15.
OW sad and awful is my state!
The very thing I do, I hate :
When I to God draw near in pray'r,
I feel the conflict even there!

2 I mourn, because I cannot mourn,
I hate my sin, yet cannot turn;

I grieve, because I cannot grieve,

I hear the truth, but can't believe.

3 Where shall so great a sinner run?
I see I'm ruin'd and undone;

Dear Lord, in pity now draw near,
And banish ev'ry rising fear.

4 Thy blood, dear Lord, which thou hast spilt
Can make this rocky heart to melt;
Thy blood can make me clean within-
Thy blood can pardon all my sin.
5 'Tis on the atonement of that blood,
I now approach to thee, my God;
This is my hope, this is my claim,
Jesus has dy'd and wash'd me clean.
6 On this rich blood my faith is found,
And on this hope I fix my ground;
Soon shall I reach th' eternal shore,
Where doubts and fears prevail no more:

220. L. M. Cruttenden.

Conflict between Sin and Holiness....Gal. v. 17.

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JHAT jarring natures dwell within,
Imperfect grace, remaining sin!
Not this can reign, nor that prevail,
Tho' each by turns my heart assail.

2 Now I complain, and groan, and die-
Now raise my songs of triumph high;
Sing a rebellious passion slain,
Or mourn to feel it live again.