At a future time I may take leave to urge this matter again upon your Lordships, in another letter, and I have the honour to remain Your Lordships' most obedient, humble servant, THOMAS POWELL, Tintern, Monmouthshire. Curate of Tintern. 1. Father of faithful Abra'm, hear Our earnest suit for Abra'm's seed; 2. Outcast from thee, and scatter'd wide Branded like Cain, they bear their load, 3. But hast thou finally forsook, For ever cast thine own away? Wilt thou not bid the murderers look On him they pierced, and weep and pray? 4. Come, then, thou great Deliverer, come, That, quicken'd by thy dying love, 26* THE INCREASE OF THE CHURCH PROMISED AND PLEADED. 1. Father, is not thy promise pledged To thine exalted Son, That through the nations of the earth 2. Ask, and I give the heathen lands And to the world's remotest shores 3. Hast thou not said the blinded Jews While Gentiles to his standard crowd, 4. From east to west, from north to south, Europe, with all thy millions, shout 5. Asia and Africa, resound From shore to shore his fame; And thou, America, in songs Redeeming love proclaim! |