335 Savior, visit thy plantation

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Tune: Return again, arr William L Williams, 1850

Text: John Newton, 1779

Savior, visit Thy plantation,

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation,
Unless Thou return again.
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.
Lord, revive us! O revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.

Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high!
Lest for want of Thy assistance,
Ev’ry plant should droop and die.
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.
Lord, revive us! O revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.

59 Brethren, we have met to worship

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Tune: Holy Manna

Text: George Atkin, 1819

1 Brethren, we have met to worship

And adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
While we try to preach the Word?
All is vain unless the Spirit
Of the Holy One comes down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
Will be showered all around.

2 Brethren, see poor sinners round you
Slumb'ring on the brink of woe;
Death is coming, hell is moving,
Can you bear to let them go?
See our fathers and our mothers,
And our children sinking down;
Brethren, pray and holy manna
Will be showered all around.

3 Sisters, will you join and help us?
Moses' sister aided him;
Will you help the trembling mourners
Who are struggling hard with sin?
Tell them all about the Savior,
Tell them that He will be found;
Sisters, pray, and holy manna
Will be showered all around.

4 Is there here a trembling jailer,
Seeking grace and filled with fears?
Is there here a weeping Mary,
Pouring forth a flood of tears?
Brethren, join your cries to help them;
Sisters, let your prayers abound;
Pray, O! pray, that holy manna
May be scattered all around.

5 Let us love our God supremely,
Let us love each other, too;
Let us love and pray for sinners,
Till our God makes all things new.
Then He'll call us home to heaven,
At His table we'll sit down;
Christ will gird Himself, and serve us
With sweet manna all around.

29t Come humble sinner in whose breast

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Tune: Fairfield

Text: Edmund Jones, 1787

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve.

I'll go to Jesus though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know his courts I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try:
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.