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HYMN 104. C.M.
Prayer for Missionaries (cont.)

  4 O! when shall Afric's sable sons
   Enjoy the heav'nly word,
And vassals long enslav'd become
   The freemen of the Lord
  5 When shall the untutor'd Heathen tribes,
   A dark bewilder'd race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,
   And learn and see his grace?
  6 Haste, sov'reign mercy, and transform
   Their cruelty to love:
Soften the tyger to a lamb,
   The vulture to a dove!
  7 Smile, Lord, on ev'ry effort made
   To spread the gospel's rays;
And build on sin's demolish'd thrones
   The temples of thy praise!

HYMN 105. L.M.
On a Fast-day for the revival of religion.

  1 LOOK down, O God, with pitying eye,
See Adam's race in ruin lie;
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 dead, dry bones revive?
That, mighty God, to thee is known!
That wondrous work is all thine own.
  3 Thy ministers arc sent in vain
To prophesy upon the slain;
In vain they call, in vain they cry,
Till thine almighty aid is nigh,
  4 O let thy Spirit come and breathe
New life thro' all the realms of death!
Dry bones shall then obey thy voice,
Shall move; shall waken, and rejoice.

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HYMN 105. L.M.
On a Fast-day for the revival of religion. (cont.)

  5 Loud let the gospel-trumpet blow,
Let all the isles their Saviour know:
O! call the nations from afar;
Make earth's remotest ends draw near.
  6 Then shall each age and rank agree
To raise their shouts of praise to thee;
The church will know, while loud she sings,
That in her God are all her springs.

HYMN 106. L.M.
On a national fast in war.

  1 WHILE o'er our guilty land, O Lord,
We view the terrors of the sword;
O! whither shall the helpless fly?
To whom, but thee, direct their cry?
  2 The suff'ring sinner's cries and tears
Are grown familiar to thine ears:
Oft has thy mercy sent relief,
When all was fear and hopeless grief.
  3 On thee, our guardian God, we call;
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And is there no deliv'rance there?
And must we perish in despair?
  4 See, we repent, we weep, we mourn,
To our forsaken God we turn;
O! spare our guilty country, spare
The church, which thou hast planted here.
  5 We plead thy grace, indulgent God,
We plead thy Son's atoning blood,
We plead thy gracious promises;
And are they unavailing pleas?
  6 These pleas, presented at thy throne,
Have brought ten thousand blessings down,
On guilty lands in helpless woe;
Let them prevail to save us too!


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