CLARE. 7, 6.

HUBERT P. MAIN.

1 LORD of the living harvest
That whitens o'er the plain,
Where angels soon shall gather
Their sheaves of golden grain;
Accept these hands to labor,
These hearts to trust and love,
And deign with them to hasten
Thy kingdom from above.

2 As laborers in thy vineyard,
Send us, O Christ, to be
Content to bear the burden

Of weary days for thee; We ask no other wages,

When thou shalt call us home, But to have shared the travail Which makes thy kingdom come.

3 Come down, thou Holy Spirit!
And fill our souls with light,
Clothe us in spotless raiment,
In linen clean and white;
Beside thy sacred altar

Be with us, where we stand,
To sanctify thy people

Through all this happy land.

JOHN S. B. MONSELL.

[C. P. M. Tune, Meribah. Page 358.] 809 Entire dependence on Christ.

1 EXCEPT the Lord conduct the plan,
The best concerted schemes are vain,
And never can succeed;

We spend our wretched strength for naught;
But if our works in thee be wrought,
They shall be blest indeed.

2 Lord, if thou didst thyself inspire
Our souls with this intense desire
Thy goodness to proclaim;
Thy glory if we now intend,
O let our deeds begin and end
Complete in Jesus' name.

3 Now, Jesus, now thy love impart,
To govern each devoted heart,

And fit us for thy will;

Deep founded in the truth of grace,
Build up thy rising Church, and place

The city on the hill.

4 0 let our love and faith abound;

O let our lives, to all around,
With purest luster shine;

That all around our works may see,
And give the glory, Lord, to thee,
The heavenly light divine.

CHARLES WESLEY.

MIGDOL.

L. M.

LOWELI. MASON.

810

Heralds of the cross.

1 Go forth, ye heralds, in My name, Sweetly the gospel trumpet sound; The glorious jubilee proclaim,

Where'er the human race is found.
2 The joyful news to all impart,
And teach them where salvation lies;
With care bind up the broken heart,
And wipe the tears from weeping eyes.

3 Be wise as serpents, where you go,
But harmless as the peaceful dove;
And let your heaven-taught conduct show
Ye are commissioned from above.

4 Freely from me ye have received,
Freely, in love, to others give;
Thus shall your doctrines be believed,
And, by your labors, sinners live.

4 The love of Christ their hearts constrains, And strengthens their unwearied hands; They spend their sweat, and blood, and pains,

To cultivate Immanuel's lands.

5 Jesus their toil delighted sees,

Their industry vouchsafes to crown; Ile kindly gives the wished increase, And sends the promised blessing down.

AUGUSTUS G. SPANGENBERG. TH. BY J. WESLEY,

812

The ministry instituted.

1 THE Saviour, when to heaven he rose,
In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scattered his gifts on mer below,
And still his royal bounties flow.

2 Hence sprang the apostles' honored name, Sacred beyond heroic fame:

In humbler forms, before our eyes,
Pastors and teachers hence arise.

3 From Christ they all their gifts derive,
And, fed by Christ, their graces live;
While, guarded by his mighty hand,
'Midst all the rage of hell they stand.
4 So shall the bright succession run
Through all the courses of the sun;
While unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish large and fair.

5 Jesus, now teach our hearts to know The spring whence all these blessings flow; Pastors and people shout thy praise, Through the long round of endless days.

PHILIP DODDRIDGE

BARTHOLDY.

L. M.

FELIX MENDELSSOHN-BARTHOLDY.

FIRST PART.

813 Boldness in the gospel.

1 SHALL I, for fear of feeble man,
The Spirit's course in me restrain?
Or, undismayed in deed and word,
Be a true witness of my Lord?

2 Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I
Conceal the word of God most high?
How then before thee shall I dare
To stand, or how thine anger bear?
3 Shall I, to soothe the unholy throng,
Soften thy truth, or smooth my tongue,
To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee
The cross endured, my Lord, by thee?
4 What, then, is he whose scorn I dread,
Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid?
A man! an heir of death! a slave
To sin! a bubble on the wave!

5 Yea, let men rage; since thou wilt spread
Thy shadowing wings around my head;
Since in all pain thy tender love
Will still my sure refreshment prove.

TR. BY J. WESLEY.

Christ's constraining love.

1 SAVIOUR of men, thy searching eye Doth all mine inmost thoughts descry; Doth aught on earth my wishes raise, Or the world's pleasures, or its praise? 2 The love of Christ doth me constrain To seek the wandering souls of men; With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,-To snatch them from the gaping grave.

3 For this let men revile my name;
No cross I shun, I fear no shame:
All hail, reproach; and welcome, pain;
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.

4 My life, my blood, I here present,
If for thy truth they may be spent;
Fulfill thy sovereign counsel, Lord;
Thy will be done, thy name adored.

5 Give me thy strength, O God of power:
Then let winds blow, or thunders roar,
Thy faithful witness will I be:
'Tis fixed; I can do all through thee.

JOHANN J. WINKLER. TR. BY. J. WESLEY.

815 The angels of the Churches.

1 DRAW near, O Son of God, draw near;
Us with thy flaming eye behold;
Still in thy Church do thou appear,
And let our candlestick be gold.

2 Still hold the stars in thy right hand,
And let them in thy luster glow,
The lights of a benighted land,
The angels of thy Church below.

3 Make good their apostolic boast;
Their high commission let them prove;
Be temples of the Holy Ghost,

And filled with faith, and hope, and
love.

4 Give them an ear to hear thy word;
Thou speakest to the churches now:
And let all tongues confess their Lord;
Let every knee to Jesus bow.

CHARLES WESLEY.

OLMUTZ. S. M.

GREGORIAN CHANT, ARR. BY LOWELL MASON.

816 Laborers in the vineyard. 1 AND let our bodies part,

To different climes repair; Inseparably joined in heart The friends of Jesus are.

2 O let us still proceed

In Jesus' work below;

And, following our triumphant Head,
To further conquests go.
8 The vineyard of the Lord
Before his laborers lies;

And lo! we see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies.

4 O that our heart and mind
May evermore ascend,
That haven of repose to find,
Where all our labors end;
5 Where all our toils are o'er,
Our suffering and our pain!
Who meet on that eternal shore
Shall never part again.

6 O happy, happy place,

Where saints and angels meet! There we shall see each other's face, And all our brethren greet: 7 The Church of the first-born, We shall with them be blest, And, crowned with endless joy, return To our eternal rest.

The virtue of thy grace

A large increase shall give, And multiply the faithful race Who to thy glory live.

2 Now, then, the ceaseless shower Of gospel blessings send,

And let the soul-converting power Thy ministers attend.

On multitudes confer

The heart-renewing love,

Апа му ще joy of grace prepare
For fuller joys above.

818

CHARLES WESLEY.

The laborers are few.

1 LORD of the harvest, hear
Thy needy servants' cry;
Answer our faith's effectual prayer,
And all our wants supply.

2 On thee we humbly wait;
Our wants are in thy view;
The harvest, truly, Lord, is great.
The laborers are few.

3 Convert and send forth more
Into thy Church abroad,

And let them speak thy word of power.
As workers with their God.

4 0 let them spread thy name,
Their mission fully prove;
Thy universal grace proclaim,
Thine all-redeeming love.

Doxology.

CHARLES WESLEY.

To God, the Father, Son, And Spirit, One in Three, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall forever be.

JOHN WESLEY.

GRISWOLD.

L. M.

UNKNOWN.

819 For the success of ministers.

1 FATHER of mercies, bow thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer:
We plead for those who plead for thee;
Successful pleaders may they be.

2 O clothe their words with power divine,
And let those words be ever thine;
To them thy sacred truth reveal;
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.

3 Teach them to sow the precious seed;
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain,
Nor let them labor, Lord, in vain.

4 Let thronging multitudes around
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains thy grace implore,"
And feel thy Spirit's living power.

BENJAMIN BED DOME.

[L. M. Missionary Chant. Page 220.] The commission.

820
1 "Go, preach my gospel," saith the Lord,
"Bid the whole world my grace receive;
He shall be saved who trusts my word;
He shall be damned who won't believe.

2 "I'll make your great commission known;
And ye shall prove my gospel true,
By all the works that I have done,
By all the wonders ye shall do.

3 "Teach all the nations my commands,
I'm with you tili the world shall end;
All power is trusted in my hands,
I can destroy, and I defend."

ISAAC WATTS.

821

[S. M. Tune, Olmutz. Page 306.] The joyful sound.

1 How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill,

Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

2 How charming is their voice,
How sweet the tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Saviour King;
He reigns and triumphs here.'

3 How happy are our ears,

That hear the joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!

4 How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.

6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.

Doxology.

ISAAC WATTS.

PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

THOMAS KEN.