Of their salvation freely paid:
The sins which make them groan,
And must have sunk them down,
They now behold on Jesus laid.

372.

8.7.

NEWTON

Zion.-Ps. lxxxvii. 3; Isa. xxxiii. 20, 21.

GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!

He, whose word can not be broken,
Form'd thee for his own abode:
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.
2 See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.

Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near.

Thus deriving from their banner,
Light by night, and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna

Which he gives them when they pray.

4 Bless'd inhabitants of Zion,

Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood! Jesus, whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God:

'Tis his love his people raises

Over self to reign as kings;

And as priests, his solemn praises
Each for a thank-offering brings.

373.

Prayer for a Minister.-2 Thess. iii. 1, 2.

L. M.

WITH heavenly power, O Lord, defend Him whom we now to thee commend; His person bless; his soul secure; And make him to the end endure. 2 Gird him with all-sufficient grace; Direct his feet in paths of peace; Thy truth and faithfulness fulfil, And help him to obey thy will. 3 Before him thy protection send; O, love him, save him to the end! Ner let him, as thy pilgrim, rove Without the convoy of thy love. 4 Enlarge, inflame, and fill his heart; In him thy mighty power exert:

That thousands, yet unborn, may praise The wonders of redeeming grace.

374.

148th.

BERRIDGE.

Prayer for an Increase of Faithful Ministers.-Matt. ix. 38.
SEND help, O Lord, we pray,

And thy own gospel bless;

2

For godly men decay,

And faithful pastors cease:

The righteous are removed home,
And scorners rise up in their room.
While Satan's troops are bold,
And thrive in number too,

The flocks in Jesus' fold,

Are growing lank and few:
Old sheep are moving off each year,
And few lambs in the fold appear.
3 Old shepherds, too, retire,
Who gather'd flocks below,
And young ones catch no fire,
Or worldly-prudent grow:

4

5

Few run with trumpets in their hand,
To sound alarms by sea and land.

O Lord, stir up thy power,

To make the gospel spread;
And thrust out preachers more,
With voice to raise the dead;

With feet to run where thou dost call;
With faith to fight and

conquer all.

[The flocks that long have dwelt
Around fair Zion's hill,

And thy sweet grace have felt,
Uphold and feed them still;

But fresh folds build up every where,
And plenteously thy truth declare.]

True prophet of the Lord,

Let some Elisha rise

To blaze the gospel-word;
And fast as sheep to Jesus go,
May lambs recruit his fold below.

* This Hymn was occasioned by the death of Mr. Whitfield.

375.

C. M.

BERRIDGE.

At a Christian Marriage.-John ii. 1, 2.

OUR Jesus freely did appear

To grace a marriage feast;

And, Lord, we ask thy presence here,
To make a wedding-guest.

2 Upon the bridal-pair look down,
Who now have plighted hands;
Their union with thy favour crown,
And bless the nuptial-bands.

3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow;
(Of all rich dowries best!)

Their substance bless, and peace bestow,
To sweeten all the rest.

4 In purest love their souls unite,
And link'd in kindly care,
To render family burdens light,
By taking mutual share.

5 True helpers may they prove indeed
In prayer, and faith, and hope;
And see with joy a godly seed,
To build thy household up.

6 As Isaac and Rebecca give
A pattern chaste and kind;
So may this new-met couple live,
In faithful friendship join'd.

376.

7s.

NEWTON.

*I will not let thee go, except thou bless me."-Gen. xxxii. 26.

LORD, I cannot let thee go, Till a blessing thou bestow! Do not turn away thy face; Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 2 [Dost thou ask me who I am? Ah, my Lord, thou know'st my name! Yet the question gives a plea,

3

To support my suit with thee.]
Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold;

Scorn thy grace; thy power defy;
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.
4 Once a sinner near despair
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer;
Mercy heard and set him free:-
Lord, that mercy came to me.

5 Many days have pass'd since then;
Many changes I have seen;

Yet have been upheld till now:
Who could hold me up but thou?
6 Thou hast help'd in every need;
This emboldens me to plead:
After so much mercy past,
Canst thou let me sink at last?

7 No; I must maintain my hold;
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,

When I plead for Jesus' sake.