TWO DISCOURSES, &c, An HYMN

While various Rumours spread abroad, And hold our Souls in dread Suspence, We fly to Thee, our Country's God; Our Refuge is thy Providence.

This Wilderness so long untill'd, An hideous Waste of barren Ground, Thy Care has made a fruitful Field, With Peace and Plenty richly crown'd.

Thy Gospel spreads an heavenly Day, Throughout this once benighted Land, A Land once wild with Beasts of Prey, By impious Heathen Rites profan'd.

Thy Gospel, like a heavenly Vine, Its Branches did begin to spread; Refresh'd our Souls with sacred Wine, And screen'd the Fainting with its Shade.

And shall these Blessings now remove? Shall Peace and Plenty sly away? The Land thy Care did thus improve, Wilt thou give up, a helpless Prey?

O! must we bid our God adieu? And must thy Gospel take its Flight? Oh! shall our Children never view, The Beamings of that heavenly Light?

Forbid it Lord! with Arms of Faith, We'll hold Thee fast, and thou shalt stay! We'll cry while we have Life or Breath, "Our God, do not depart away!"

If broken Hearts and weeping Eyes, Can find Acceptance at thy Throne; Lo, here they are; this Sacrifice, Thou wilt accept thro' Christ thy Son.