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“ WRITE to Sardis,” saith the Lord,
And write what he declares,
Upholds the seven stars :
Find thy zeal and love decay'd ; Thou art call'd a living church,
But thou art cold and dead.
Watch, remember, seek, and strive,
Exert thy former pains; Let thy timely care revive,
And strengthen what remains : Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend,
Former times to mind recall, Lest my sudden stroke descend,
And smite thee once for all.
66 Yet I number now in thee
A few that are upright; These
Father's face shall see, And walk with me in white. When in judgment I appear,
They for mine shall be confest; Let my faithful servants hear,
And woe be to the rest."
PRAYER FOR A BLESSING.
Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth
The gift of saving grace ;
Fall in a fruitful place.
Of pure and heavenly root;
And yields the sweetest fruit.
The voice of sovereign love! Your youth is stain'd with many crimes, But mercy reigns above.
but there's a stone Within the youngest breast; Or half the crimes which you
have done Would rob
you For you the public prayer is made,
Oh! join the public prayer ! For you
the secret tear is shed, O shed yourselves a tear! We pray
that you may early prove The Spirit's power to teach ; You cannot be too young to love
That Jesus whom we preach.
PLEADING FOR AND WITH YOUTH.
Sin has undone our wretched race,
But Jesus has restored,
With his forgiving Lord.
And press upon our youth;
Lord, save them by thy truth.
Make this a happy hour,
And thine almighty power.
(May you regard it too)
The approaching awful doom;
And flee the wrath to come!
Dear Saviour, let this new-born year
Spread an alarm abroad;
“Prepare to meet thy God!"
PRAYER FOR CHILDREN.
Gracious Lord, our children see,
Lord, we tremble, for we know
* Exod. x. 9.
+ Exod. xii. 12.
My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to his abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
The great, supreme, the mighty God.
Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense;
He shines eternal ages hence.
Almighty ruler of the sky,
Fill'd all the morning stars with joy.
Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,
Salvation is his dearest claim; That gracious sound well pleased he hears,
And owns Emmanuel for his name.
A cheerful confidence I feel,
My well placed hopes with joy I see ; My bosom glows with heavenly zeal,
To worship him who died for me. As man, he pities my complaint,
His power and truth are all divine ; He will not fail, he cannot faint, Salvation's sure, and must be mine.