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BOOK II. 1 MY harp untuned, and laid aside, (To cheerful hours the harp belongs,) My cruel foes insulting cried, &quot; Come, sing us one of Zion s songs.&quot;

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, &quot; Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine.

5 &quot; 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 &quot; 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.&quot;

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.