455    C.M.     J. Hart
Before Sermon. Gen. 49. 18; Isa. 33. 2; Song. 4. 16

1 Once more we come before our God;
  Once more his blessing ask;
  O may not duty seem a load,
  Nor worship prove a task.

2 Father, thy quickening Spirit send
  From heaven, in Jesus’ name,
  To make our waiting minds attend,
  And put our souls in frame.

3 May we receive the word we hear,
  Each in an honest heart;
  Hoard up the precious treasure there,
  And never with it part.

4 To seek thee all our hearts dispose;
  To each thy blessings suit;
  And let the seed thy servant sows
  Produce a copious fruit.

5 Bid the refreshing north wind wake;
  Say to the south wind, Blow;
  Let every plant the power partake,
  And all the garden grow.

6 Revive the parched with heavenly showers;
  The cold with warmth divine;
  And as the benefit is ours,
  Be all the glory thine.