3 By whom shall Jacob now arise ? Can any tell by whom?

Say, shall this branch that wither'd lies,
Again revive and bloom?

4 Lord, thou canst tell-the work is thine,
The help of man is vain-
On Jacob now arise and shine,
And he shall live again.

1

HYMN 303. L. M. HYDE.

Moreton, Bath, Chatham.

Prayer for the children of the Church.

DEAL

EAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray,

From thy secure enclosure's bound, And, lur'd by worldly joys away, Among the thoughtless crowd be found; 2 Remember still that they are thine, That thy dear sacred name they bear, Think that the seal of love divine,The sign of cov❜nant grace they wear. $ In all their erring, sinful years, Oh, let them ne'er forgotten be; Remember all the pray'rs and tears, Which made them consecrate to thee.

4 And when these lips no more can pray, These eyes can weep for them no more, Turn thou their feet from folly's way, The wand'rers to thy fold restore.

HYMN 304. L. M.

NEWTON.

Bath, Armley.

Wheat and tares.

1

Matt. xiii. 37-42.

HO' in the earthly church below,
The wheat and tares together grow;

Jesus ere long will weed the crop,
And pluck the tares in anger up.

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2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here?
How much they heard, how much they
knew,
How long among the wheat they grew
3 Oh! this will aggravate their case!
They perish under means of grace;
To them the word of life and faith
Became an instrument of death.

4 We seem alike when thus we meet,-
Strangers might think we all were wheat;
But to the Lord's all-searching eyes,
Each heart appears without disguise.
5 The tares are spar'd for various ends,
Some, for the sake of praying friends;
Others, the Lord against their will,
Employs his counsel to fulfil.

6 But tho' they grow so tall and strong,
His plan will not require them long;
In harvest when he saves his own,
The tares shall into hell be thrown.

HYMN 305.

8, 7, 4. NEWTON.

Jordan, Littleton.

Prayer for a Revival. Ps. lxxxv. 6.

AVIOUR, visit thy plantation :

S Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!

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,
Every plant should droop and die.
3 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in pray❜rs;
Let each one esteem'd thy servant,
Shun the world's bewitching snares.
4 Break the tempter's fatal power;
Turn the stony heart to flesh;
And begin from this good hour
To revive thy work afresh.

HYMN 306. L.M.

DODDRIDGE.

Derby, Carthage, Darwent.

Ezek. xxxvi. 37.

1 COME, sacred Spirit, from above,

And fill the coldest heart with love;

Soften to flesh the flinty stone,

And let thy godlike pow'r be known.

2 Speak, Thou, and from the haughtiest

eyes,

Shall floods of pious sorrow rise;
While all their glowing souls are borne,
To seek that grace which now they scorn.
3 Oh, let a holy flock await,

Num'rous around thy temple gate,
Each pressing on with zeal to be,
A living sacrifice to thee.

4 In answer to our fervent cries,
Give us to see thy church arise;
Or, if that blessing seem too great,
Give us to mourn its low estate.

1.

Chatham, New Hundredth.

S in soft silence, vernal show'rs Descend and cheer the fainting flow'rs;

So in the secrecy of love,

Falls the sweet influ'nce from above.

2 May we this heav'nly influ'nce find, In holy silence of the mind,

And every grace maintain its bloom, Diffusing wide the rich perfume: 5 And lands beneath the burning sky, Which now are desolate and dry, Ere long the blest effusions share, And sudden greens and herbage wear.

HYMN 308.

L. M. DODDRIDGE.

Limerick, Darwent, Armley.

Beholding transgressors. Ps. cxix. 158.
SEE human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name ;
The Father wounded thro' the Son;
The world abus'd, the soul undone.
2 See the short course of vain delight,
Closing in everlasting night;

In flames that no abatement know,
Kindled by sin the source of wo.

3 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim,
And snatch the fire-brands from the flame.

4 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves;
Thy own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.

HYMN 309. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Geneva, Green's Hundredth.

Vision of the dry bones. Ezek. xxxvii. 3.

1L See Adam's race in ruin lie; OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye,

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, And scatters slaughter'd heaps around. 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live? And can these perish'd bones revive?