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For sweet the joy our songs to raise,
The early and the latter rains;
4 With hoary frost he strews the ground;
6 Through all our land his laws are shown; His gospel through our borders known; He hath not thus revealed his word land-Praise ye the Lord!
HYMN. C. M.
1 WITH songs and honours sounding loud, Address the Lord on high;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
2 He sends his showers of blessings down To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow.
3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the ravens cry;
But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
4 His steady counsels change the face
He bids the sun cut short his race,
5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
6 When from his dreadful stores on high He pours the sounding hail,
The wretch that dares his God defy
7 He sends his word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word;
With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sov'reign Lord.
THE SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL.
HYMN. 8's, 7's, 4's.
Prayer for a Revival. Ps. lxxxv. 6.
1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation:
Unless thou return again,
All our help must come from thee. 2 Keep no longer at a distance;
Shine upon us from on high,
Make us prevalent in pray'rs;
HYMN. H. M.
1 SOV'REIGN of worlds above,
Let heathens live And praise the Lord. 2 On lands that lie beneath
Foul superstition's sway,
Blest Spirit! shine,
3 Father, who to thy Son
Thy steadfast word hast giv'n,
And let the news
4 Few be the years that roll, Ere all shall worship thee; The travail of his soul,
Soon let the Saviour see;
O God of grace!
HYMN. C. M.
1 OH, when shall Afric's sable sons
2 When shall the untutor'd Heathen tribes,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,
3 Haste, sov'reign mercy, and transform Their cruelty to love:
Soften the tiger to a lamb,
The vulture to a dove.
HYMN. 8, 7, 4.
1 O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness;
Bring the bright, the glorious day;
To the earth's remotest bound.
2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness!
Freely purchas'd, win the day.
Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.
HYMN. L. M.
1 SOV'REIGN of worlds! display thy pow'r,
2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns,
3 Speak! and the world shall hear thy voice; Speak! and the desert shall rejoice;
Scatter the gloom of heathen night,
HYMN. 8, 7, 4.
For the Influence of the Spirit.
1 WHO, but thou, almighty Spirit,
Witness to the Saviour's name.
2 Thou hast promis'd by the prophets,
Round the world diffuse thy rays.
3 All our hopes, and pray'rs, and labours
O'er the world thine influence shed.
HYMN. 7, 6.
1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
Roll down their golden sand;
From many a palmy plain,
Their land from error's chain. 2 What tho' the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
And only man is vile;
The gifts of God are strown;
Bows down to wood and stone.