Send down a coal of heavenly fire, To warm each waiting heart. 2 Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear, Thy presence now display; As thou hast given a place for prayer, So give us hearts to pray.

3 Show us some tokens of thy love,

Our fainting hope to raise ;
And pour thy blessings from above,
That we may render praise.
4 Within these walls let holy peace,
And love and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.

5 The feeling heart, the melting eye,
The humbled mind bestow;
And shine upon us from on high,

To make our graces grow.

6 May we in faith receive thy word,
In faith present our prayers;
And, in the presence of our Lord,
Unbosom all our cares.

7 And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforc'd by mighty grace,

Awaken many sinners round,
To come and fill the place.

HYMN XLIV.

ANOTHER.

1 JESUS, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallow'd ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confin'd, Inhabitest the humble mind;

Such ever bring thee where they come,
And going, take thee to their home.
3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.
5 Behold, at thy commanding word,
We stretch the curtain and the cord ;*
Come thou, and fill this wider space,
And bless us with a large increase.
6 Lord, we are few, but thou art near;
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear:
O rend the heavens, come quickly down,
And make a thousand hearts thine own!

HYMN XLV.

The Lord's day.

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Is the returning day of rest, Which hides them from the world a while! 2 Now, from the throng withdrawn away, They seem to breathe a different air; Compos'd and soften'd by the day, All things another aspect wear.

3 How happy if their lot is cast, Where statedly the gospel sounds!

The word is honey to their taste, [wounds. Renews their strength and heals their 4 Though pinch'd with poverty at home, With sharp afflictions daily fed, It makes amends, if they can come To God's own house for heavenly bread. 5 With joy they hasten to the place Where they their Saviour oft have met, And while they feast upon his grace, Their burdens and their griefs forget. 6 This favour'd lot, my friends, is ours; May we the privilege improve, And find these consecrated hours Sweet earnests of the joys above! 7 We thank thee for thy day, O Lord; Here we thy promis'd presence seek; Open thine hand, with blessings stor'd, And give us manna for the week.

HYMN XLVI. Gospel-Privileges.

10 HAPPY they who know the Lord,
With whom he deigns to dwell!
He feeds and cheers them by his word,
His arm supports them well.

2 To them in each distressing hour,
His throne of grace is near:
And when they plead his love and power
He stands engag'd to hear.

3 He help'd his saints in ancient days,
Who trusted in his name;

And we can witness to his praise,
His love is still the same.

4 Wand'ring in sin, our souls he found,
And bid us seek his face;
Gave us to hear the gospel-sound,
And taste the gospel-grace.

5 Oft in his house his glory shines,
Before our wond'ring eyes;
We wish not then for golden mines,
Or aught beneath the skies.

6 His presence sweetens all our cares,
And makes our burdens light;
A word from him dispels our fears,
And gilds the gloom of night.
7 Lord, we expect to suffer here,
Nor would we dare repine;
But give us still to find thee near,
And own us still for thine.

Isaiah liv. 2.

These tokens of thy love,

Till thou shalt bid our spirits rise, To worship thee above.

HYMN XLVII.

ANOTHER.

1 HAPPY are they to whom the Lord
His gracious name makes known;
And by his Spirit, and his word,
Adopts them for his own.

2 He calls them to his mercy-seat,

And hears their humble prayer;
And when within his house they meet,
They find his presence near.
3 The force of their united cries

No power can long withstand;
For Jesus helps them from the skies,
By his almighty hand.

4 Then mountains sink at once to plains,
And light from darkness springs;
Each seeming loss improves their gains,
Each trouble comfort brings.

5 Though men despise them, or revile,
They count the trial small;
Whoever frowns, if Jesus smile,
It makes amends for all.

6 Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed,
And like their Saviour, poor,

They would not change their gospel-bread
For all the worldling's store.

7 When cheer'd with faith's sublimer joys,
They mount on eagles' wings,
They can disdain, as children's toys,
The pride and pomp of kings.

8 Dear Lord, assist our souls to pay

The debt of praise we owe, That we enjoy a gospel-day, And heaven begun below.

HYMN XLVIII.

Praise for the Continuance of the Gospel.*
1 ONCE, while we aim'd at Zion's songs,
A sudden mourning check'd our tongues!
Then we were call'd to sow in tears,
The seeds of joy for future years.

2 Oft as that memorable hour

The changing year brings round again, We meet to praise the love and power Which heard our cries and eased our pain. 3 Come, ye who trembled for the ark, Unite in praise for answer'd prayer! Did not the Lord our sorrows mark? Did not our sighing reach his ear? 4 Then smaller griefs were laid aside, And all our cares summ'd up in one: "Let us but have thy word," we cried, "In other things thy will be done." 5 Since he has granted our request, And we still hear the gospel-voice, Although by many trials prest, In this we can and will rejoice.

6 Though to our lot temptations fall,
Though pain, and want, and cares annoy,
The precious gospel sweetens all,
And yields us med'cine, food, and joy.

HYMN XLIX.

A Famine of the Word.

1 GLADNESS was spread through Israel's host
When first they manna viewed;
They labour'd who should gather most,
And thought it pleasant food.

2 But when they had it long enjoyed,
From day to day the same,
Their hearts were by the plenty cloyed,
Although from heaven it came.

3 Thus gospel-bread at first is priz'd,
And makes a people glad;
But afterwards too much despis'd,
When easy to be had.

4 But should the Lord, displeas'd, withhold
The bread his mercy sends,
To have our houses fill'd with gold,
Would make but poor amends.

5 How tedious would the week appear,
How dull the Sabbath prove,
Could we no longer meet to hear
The precious truths we love!
6 How would believing parents bear,
To leave their heedless youth
Expos'd to every fatal snare,
Without the light of truth!

7 The gospel, and a praying few,
Our bulwark long have prov'd;
But Olney sure the day will rue
When these shall be remov'd.

8 Then sin, in this once-favour'd town,
Will triumph unrestrain'd;

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And wrath and vengeance hasten down, No more by prayer detain'd.

Preserve us from this judgment, Lord,
For Jesus' sake we plead;

A famine of the gospel-word
Would be a stroke indeed!

HYMN L.

Prayer for Ministers.

1 CHIEF Shepherd of thy chosen sheep,
From death and sin set free!
May ev'ry under-shepherd keep
His eye intent on thee!

2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare To execute thy will;

Compassion, patience, love, and care,
And faithfulness, and skill.

3 Inflame their minds with holy zeal,
Their flocks to feed and teach;
And let them live, and let them feel
The sacred truths they preach.
Oh! never let the sheep complain
That toys, which fools amuse,

Ambition, pleasure, praise, or gain,
Debase the shepherd's views.

5 He that for these forbears to feed
The souls whom Jesus loves,
Whate'er he may profess or plead,
An idol shepherd proves.*

6 The sword of God shall break his arm,
A blast shall blind his eye;
His word shall have no power to warm,
His gifts shall all grow dry.

7 O Lord, avert this heavy woe,
Let all thy shepherds say!

And grace, and strength, on each bestow,
To labour while 'tis day.

HYMN LI.

Prayer for a Revival.

1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation,
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation,

Unless thou return again:
Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high;
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Ev'ry plant should droop and die.
2 Surely once thy garden flourish'd,
Ev'ry part look'd gay and green:
Then thy word our spirits nourish'd,
Happy seasons we have seen.
But a drought has since succeeded,
And a sad decline we see:
Lord, thy help is greatly needed;
Help can only come from thee.

3 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth? Old professors, tall as cedars,

Bright examples to our youth!
Some, in whom we once delighted,
We shall meet no more below;
Some, alas! we fear are blighted,

Scarce a single leaf they show.

HYMN LII. Hoping for a Revival,

1 My harp untun'd and laid aside, (To cheerful hours the harp belongs) My cruel foes insulting cried, "Come, sing us one of Zion's songs." 2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold, At Zion scoff, and Zion's King; When zeal declines, and love grows cold, Is this a day for me to sing?

3 Time was, whene'er the saints I met, With joy and praise my bosom glow'd; But now, like Eli, sad I sit,

And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline; Methought I heard my Saviour say, "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 5 "Though for a time I hide my face, Rely upon my love and power; Still wrestle at a throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 6 "Take down thy long-neglected harp, I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer, The winter-season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair."

7 Lord, I obey; my hopes revive;
Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing;
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and healing bring.

SACRAMENTAL HYMNS.

HYMN LIII.

Welcome to the Table.

1 THIS is the feast of heavenly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living vine

Were press'd to fill the cup.

2 Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed;

Zech. xi. 17.

Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread.

The vile, the lost, he calls to them,

Ye trembling souls, appear!
The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here.

4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too.

5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.

HYMN LIV.

Christ Crucified.

1 WHEN on the cross my Lord I see. Bleeding to death for wretched me,

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Satan and sin no more can move, For I am all transform'd to love.

2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, In every groan I bear a part;

I view his wounds with streaming eyes;
But, see! he bows his head, and dies!
3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood!
Behold his side, and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains;
Only the fountain-head above
Can satisfy the thirst of love.

5 O that I thus could always feel!

Lord, more and more thy love reveal!
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name.

6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart and charms my ear:
Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
And Satan trembles at the sound.

HYMN LV.

Jesus hasting to Suffer.

1 THE Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When, hasting to Jerusalem,

He march'd before the rest!

2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God,
His ev'ry thought engross;
He longs to be baptiz'd with blood,*
He pants to reach the cross.

3 With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew,

"Twas love that urg'd him on.

4 Lord, we return thee what we can;
Our hearts shall sound abroad,
Salvation to the dying man,
And to the rising God!

5 And while thy bleeding glories here, Engage our wond'ring eyes,

We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

HYMN LVI.

It is good to be here.

1 LET me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep and love my life away:
While I see him on the tree,
Weep, and bleed, and die for me.
2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt,
Shows my sin in all its guilt:
Ah! my soul, he bore thy load;
Thou hast slain the Lamb of God.

3 Hark! his dying word, " Forgive, Father, let the sinner live;

Luke xii. 50.

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HYMN LVII.
Looking at the Cross.

1 IN evil long I took delight,
Unaw'd by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopp'd my wild career.

2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,

Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3 Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in despair;

I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

5 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord have slain.

6 Another look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die, that thou mayʼst live.”

7 Thus, while his death my sin displays, In all its blackest hue,

(Such is the mystery of grace,)

It seals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief, and mournful joy, My spirit now is fill'd,

That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.

HYMN LVIII.
Supplies in the Wilderness.

1 WHEN Israel, by divine command,
The pathless desert trod,

They found, though 'twas a barren land, A sure resource in God.

2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road,

And screen'd them from the heat; From the hard rocks the water flow'd, And manna was their meat.