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Saviour, when to heaven he rose,
Scatter'd his gifts on men below,
And still his royal bounties flow.
2 Hence sprang the' apostles' honour'd name, Sacred beyond heroic fame:
In humbler forms, before our eyes,
3 From Christ they all their gifts derive,
O, preach my Gospel, saith the Lord,U Bid the whole world my grace receive; He shall be saved who trusts my word, And he condemn'd 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 till the world shall end; All power is trusted in my hands,
I can destroy, and I defend.
The joyful sound.
OW beauteous are their feet
Who bring salvation on their tongues,.
2 How charming is their voice,-
The pastoral office.
ET Zion's watchmen all awake,
LETZ take the alarm they give;
Now let them from the mouth of God
2 'Tis not a cause of small import,
But what might fill an angel's heart,
3 They watch for souls for which the Lord Did heavenly bliss forego;
For souls, which must forever live
In raptures, or in wo.
4 May they in Jesus, whom they preach, Their own Redeemer see;
And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
The labourers are few.
ORD of the harvest, hear
Answer our faith's effectual prayer,
2 On thee we humbly wait,-
3 Convert and send forth more
And let them speak thy word of power,
4 0 let them spread thy name,—
Thy universal grace proclaim,-
Pastors after thine own heart.
JESUS, thy wand'ring sheep behold!
2 Lost are they now, and scatter'd wide, In pain, and weariness, and want: With no kind shepherd near, to guide The sick, and spiritless, and faint. 3 Thou, only thou, the kind, and good, And sheep-redeeming, Shepherd art: Collect thy flock, and give them food, And pastors after thine own heart. 4 Give the pure word of gen'ral grace, And great shall be the preachers' crowd: Preachers who all the sinful race
Point to the all-atoning blood.
5 Thine only glory let them seek;
Prepare ye the way of the Lord. YOMFORT, ye ministers of grace, Comfort the people of your Lord;
O lift ye up the fallen race,
And cheer them by the Gospel word.
2 Go into every nation, go;
Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry,Glad tidings unto all we show:
Jerusalem, thy God is nigh.
3 Hark! in the wilderness a cry,
A voice that loudly calls,-Prepare; Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh,
And waits to make his entrance there. 4 The Lord your God shall quickly come; Sinners, repent, the call obey:
Open your hearts to make him room;
5 The Lord shall clear his way through all;
Let thy priests be clothed with salvation.
JESUS, the word of mercy give,
let it swiftly run;
And let the priests themselves believe,
2 Jesus, let all thy servants shine
And, bright with borrow'd rays divine,
3 Beyond the reach of mortals, spread
On all the world below.
4 As giants may they run their race, Exulting in their might;
As burning luminaries chase
The gloom of hellish night.
5 As the bright Sun of righteousness,
And let their lustre still increase
Labourers together with God.
HUS saith the Lord-'tis God commands;
Remove whate'er his work withstands,-