52.
Hoping for a Revival.
1 MY harp untuned, 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 pray r;
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.
