There 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, Fir'd with zeal, and love and truth; Old professors, tall as cedars,
Bright examples to our youth.
6 Some in whom our souls delighted,
We shall meet no more below;
Some alas! we fear are blighted,
Scarce a single leaf they show.
7 Younger plants to sight how pleasant,
Cover'd thick with blossoms stood;
But they cause us grief at present,
Frost has nip'd them in the bud.
8 Dear 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 mut'al love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayer;
Let each one esteem thy servant,
And shun the world's bewitching snare.
10 Break the tempter's fatal power,
Turn the stony hearts to flesh :
And now begin from this good hour,
To revive thy work afresh.
HYMN 38. L. M.
Wonders of Redeeming Love.
NOW begin the heav'nly theme, Come sing aloud in Jesus' name, Come you who Jesus' kindness prove, Come triumph in redeeming love.
2 Come you, alas! whoe'er have been,
The willing slaves of death and sin;
Come now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop, stop and taste redeeming love.
3 Come mourning souls dry up your tears,
And banish all your guilty fears;
And see the guilt secure remov❜d,
'Tis cancel'd by redeeming love.
4 Come welcome all by sin opprest,
Come welcome to this sacred rest;
There's nothing brought him from above,
Nothing but true redeeming love.
5 'Tis he subdues th' infernal pow'rs,
And his tremendous foes are ours;
Our foes are from his empire drove,
He's mighty in redeeming love.
6 Come hither and your music bring,
Come strike aloud your joyful string;
Come mortals join the praise above!
He's mighty in redeeming love.
An invitation to sin-sick souls to come to Jesus
OME sinners, now approach your God,
With new melod❜ous songs;
Behold the treasures of his blood
Have cleans'd a num'rous throng.
-2 See Jesus stand with open arms,
Inviting you to come;
Hear how his mercy sweetly charms,
And tells you there is room.
3 But hark! methinks I hear you say,
"I'm an unworthy soul-
"I've sinn'd any day of grace away,
"I hear his thunders roll.
4"My sins are of a crimson dye,
"And I'm a captive led;
"Can such a sinful soul as I,
"Be from this bondage free'd ?
5" Now I deserve the lowest hell,
"Who spurn'd his offer'd grace;
"And tempting others to rebel,
"Provok'd him to his face."
6 Stop, trembling soul, and hear me tell,
The wonders of his love:
He snatch'd me from the brink of hell,
And rais'd my soul above.
7 Hark! hear the blessed Jesus say,
"Poor soul you need not doubt;
"The soul that will come unto me,
"I'll in no wise cast out."
8 If ever any trembling soul,
That unto Jesus come,
Had e'er been banish'd or cast off,
I must have been the one.
9 But God has mercy yet in store, E
For all that will believe;
You need not fear because you're poor,
That he will you deceive.
10 Come now and take him at his word,
He will not angry be;
Put your whole trust in Christ the Lord,
And he will set you free.
Buy the truth, and sell it not.
HE worth of truth no tongue can tell,
'Twill do to buy but not to sell;
A large estate that soul has got,
Who buys the truth and sells it not.
2 Truth like a diamond, shines most fair,
More rich than pearls and rubies are;
More worth than gold and silver coin ;
O! may it always in us shine.
3 'Tis truth that binds, and truth makes free, And sets the soul at liberty,
From sin and satan's heavy chain,
And then within the heart doth reign.
4 They have a freedom then indeed,
That doth all freedom else exceed :
Freedom from guilt, freedom from woe,
And never more shall bondage know.
5 O happy they who in their youth,
Are brought to know and love the truth;
For none but they whom truth makes free,
E'er can enjoy true liberty.
6 Truth like a girdle let us wear,
And always keep it clean and fair;
And never let it once be told,
The truth by us was ever sold.
HYMN 41. C. M.
The Happy Man.
APPY the man whose will is bow'd,
And spirit duly aw'd;
Who is resign'd in heart and mind,
Unto the will of God.
2 Happy the man that humble is,
And doth not one disdain,
That ne'er envies, nor doth dispise,
None of his fellow men.
3 Happy the man that wears Christ's yoke,
And has a lowly mind;
Who is not easily provok'd,
Great peace he then shall find.
4 Happy the man that is not mov'd
With all the ups and downs
Of this vain world, but lives above
Its flatteries and frowns.
5 Happy the man that's wing'd with faith,
Whose heart is fir'd with love;
Who ran and fled to take the prize,
That is laid up above.
The name of Christ, most sweet.
HAT name to me sounds eyer sweet,
Where grace and truth doth alway's meet:
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