For the Same

Now, Lord, in answer to our prayer,
Let learning and religion meet.
Pleasant the city stands and fair,
Of piety the ancient seat.
But O! the streams that murmur round
Are naught, and barren is the ground.
Jesus, our true Elisha, Lord,
And God the Saviour-God most high.
Thyself give out the healing word,
The gospel cruse with salt supply.
And charge the prophets' sons to bring,
And cast the salt into the spring.

Out of themselves apostles raise.
And pastors after Thy own will.

Whose word may minister the grace.
Whose gospel may the waters heal.
To earth its fruitfulness restore.
Till curse, and death shall be no more.