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2 Yet, though adorn’d in glorious state,
Thou wilt not there thy church forget;
Thy spouse disconsolate to grieve.
Refreshment from the fountain head,
To thee, that Fountain Head, we fly. 4 Fulfil thine ancient promise, Lord,
And send a steward of thy word,
Shall seek thy praise and Zion's weal. 5 Or, if this promise thou withhold,
From wolves disguised protect thy fold,
Maintain our suuls in life and peace. 6 Our trials from thine hand we view,
In number, weight, and measure true;
And work our benefit thereby.
For future wants we plead his word,
T. BENSLEY, Printer, Crane Court, Fleet Street, London.