For the Scholars

O Thou, whose providential grace
Hath been in our behalf made known.
From different parts, by secret ways.
Whose eye hath drawn us into one,
The things most excellent to' approve,
And learn the power of dying Love:

We lift our thankful hearts to Thee,
And gladly close with Thy design;
With early zeal from evil flee,
In following after Jesus join,
And long to feel His sprinkled blood,
And long to cry, My Lord, my God!

Father, to us Thy Spirit give.
Him in our youthful hearts reveal;
Him by whose precious death we live,
Redeem'd from sin, and earth, and hell.
Through whom our Eden we regain,
And then in heavenly glory reign.

Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
His blood to every soul apply;
Assure me of my pardon'd sin.
Confirm, and throughly sanctify;
Prepare us for that endless rest,
And take Thy children to Thy breast.