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Then let us earnest be,
And never faint in pray’r;
And makes our cause his care.
59. I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction.
Isa. xlviii. 10. [Tune, Pilgrim. i Sons of God, in tribulation
Let your eyes the Saviour view,
All to succour
Lest we settle on our lees;
* I am with thee,
Ev'ry trial works for good;
Not in anger,
Send a cross for ev'ry day;
Make the fire,
5 If to day he deign to bless us
With a sense of pardon'd sin,
All to make us
This do in remembrance of me. Luke xxii. 19. L.M.
'Twas on that dark and doleful night,
And friends betray'd him to his foes; 2 Before the mournful scene began
He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake;
What wondrous words of grace he spake ! 3 “This is my body broke for sin,
Receive and eat the living food;”
In mem'ry of your dying friend;
The love of your departed Lord.” 5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
We shew thy death, we sing thy name,
Song iv. 12.
Chosen and made peculiar ground;
Out of the word's wide wilderness.
Planted by God the Father's hand;
To make this young plantation grow.
Blow on this garden of perfume!
A gracious gale on plants beneath.
To entertain our Saviour God;
For of him, and through him, and to him, are all things; to whom be glory for ever. Amen.
Rom. xi. 36.
By Him my feeble soul's sustain'd;
2 With Him I daily love to walk ;
Of Him my soul delights to talk;
Like Him one day I shall appear.
Trust Him to bring thee on thy way;
With Him O never, never part. 4 Take Him for strength and righteousness;
Make Him thy refuge in distress;
And Him in ev'ry thing employ.
To Him your highest praise belongs;
Tune, Redeeming Grace.
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain !
Lord, revive us;
Shine upon us from on high;
3 Surely once thy garden flourishid,
Every 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;
5 Where are those we counted leaders,
Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth;
6 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 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither,
Thou canst make them bloom again;
8 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayers;