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130. At the Settlement of a Minister. (L. M.)
With constant care thy humble sheep;
To feed our souls, and bless our eyes. 2 To all thy churches snch impart,
Modell’d by thine own gracious heart;
Men may attest, and God approve. 3 Fed by their active tender care,
Healthful may all thy sheep appear,
The way to Zion's pastures tread.
And scatter'd blessings on thy house ;
As sheep without a guide deplore.
And bless the shepherd and the flock;
131. Christ ever present with his Ministers. (P. M.) 1 WIDE o’er all worlds the Saviour reigns,
Unmov'd his power and love remains;
With his perpetual presence blest.
2 Tyrannic death, in vain thy rage,
O'er the first heroes of his host;
But an immortal leader boast.
3 Though buried deep in dust they lie,
Led the sweet anthems to his name;
The ever-present Saviour's fame.
4 The present Saviour, he shall give
And crowd the temples of his grace:
And teach their dust sublimer praise.
132. Prayer and Hope of Victory. (L. M.)
Attend his people's humble cry!
And brings deliv'rance from on high. 2 The Name of Jacob's God defends,
Better than shields or brazen walls;
3 Well he remembers all our sighs ;
His love exceeds our best deserts ;
Of humble groans, and broken hearts. 4 In his salvation is our hope,
And in the name of Isr'el's God,
Our navies spread their flags abroad. 5 Some trust in horses train’d for war,
And some of chariots make their boast;
From thee, the Lord, of heav'nly hosts. 6 O may the mem'ry of thy name
Inspire our armies for the fight !
Or quit the field with shameful flight! 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear;
Now let our hopes be firm and strong,
The Church's Safety. (L. M.)
1 COD is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.
Down to the deep, and buried there;
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide;
4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God:
5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fears controuls ;
6 Sion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatning hour ;
134. On a Day of Humiliation for Disappointment
LORD, hast thou cast the nation off?
Shall mercy ne'er return ?
2 The terror of one frown of thine,
Melts all our strength away;
We tremble in dismay.
3 Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke,
And dreads thy threatning band :
Confirm the wav'ring land.
For those that fear thy name ;
And put our foes to shame.
Like a confed'rate God;
Against thy lifted rod.
By thine assisting hand;
And makes the feeble stand.
135. National Judgments. (C. M.)
A rising storm presage ;
And shelter'd from its rage!
That vial in his hand,
Upon our guilty land !
Fall low before the throne;
The church's and our own.