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5 His only righteousness I show,—
His saving truth proclaim:
'Tis all my business here below,
To cry,-Behold the Lamb!
6 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp his name;
Preach him to all, and cry in death,
Behold, behold the Lamb!
LORD, if at thy command
The word of life we sow,
Water'd by thy almighty hand,
The seed shall surely grow:
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,
And by the joy of grace prepare
For fuller joys above.
Labourers in the vineyard of the Lord.
AND let our bodies part,
To diff'rent climes repair;
Inseparably join'd in heart
The friends of Jesus are.
2 O let us still proceed
In Jesus' work below;
And, foll'wing our triumphant Head,
To further conquests go.
3 The vineyard of the Lord
Before his lab'rers lies;
And lo! we see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies.
40 let our heart and mind
That haven of repose to find,
Where all our labours end;
5 Where all our toils are o'er,
Our suffering and our pain:
Who meet on that eternal shore,
Shall never part again.
HAPPY, happy place,
Where saints and angels meet!
There we shall see each other's face,
And all our brethren greet.
2 The Church of the first-born,
We shall with them be blest,
And, crown'd with endless joy, return
To our eternal rest.
3 With joy we shall behold,
In yonder blest abode,
The patriarchs and prophets old,
And all the saints of God.
4 Abrah'm and Isaac, there,
And Jacob, shall receive
The foll'wers of their faith and prayer,
Who now in bodies live.
5 We shall our time beneath
Live out in cheerful hope,
And fearless pass the vale of death,
And gain the mountain top.
6 To gather home his own,
God shall his angels send,
And bid our bliss, on earth begun,
In deathless triumphs end.
Loved theme of many a sacred song,-
God's holy city shone.
2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,
The glory of all lands;
Yet fairer, and in strength complete,
The Christian temple stands.
3 The faithful of each clime and age
This glorious Church compose;
Built on a Rock, with idle rage
The threat'ning tempest blows.
4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm,
Thy God is thy defence;
And weak and powerless every arm
Prayer for her extension.
'Cause thy glorious face to shine;
thy Church, O Power divine,
Till the nations, from afar,
Hail her as their guiding star.
2 Then shall God, with lavish hand,
Scatter blessings o'er the land;
And the world's remotest bound
With the voice of praise resound.
JESUS, from whom all blessings flow,
Builder of thy Church below;
If now thy Spirit move my breast,
Hear, and fulfil thine own request.
2 The few that truly call thee Lord,
And wait thy sanctifying word,
And thee their utmost Saviour own;-
Unite and perfect them in one.
3 0 let them all thy mind express,
Stand forth thy chosen witnesses;
Thy power unto salvation show,
And perfect holiness below.
4 In them let all mankind behold
How Christians lived in days of old;
Mighty their envious foes to move,-
A proverb of reproach-and love.
5 Call them into thy wondrous light,
Worthy to walk with thee in white:
Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show
Thy glorious, spotless Church below.
6 From every sinful wrinkle free,
Redeem'd from all iniquity,
The fellowship of saints make known,
And O, my God, may I be one!
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MIGHT my lot be cast with these,
The least of Jesus' witnesses;
O that my Lord would count me meet,
To wash his dear disciples' feet!
2 This only thing do I require :
Thou know'st 'tis all my heart's desire,
Freely what I receive to give,-
The servant of thy Church to live:-
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3 After my lowly Lord to go,
And wait upon thy saints below;
Enjoy the grace to angels given,
And serve the royal heirs of heaven.
4 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel,
And ask according to thy will,
Confirm the prayer, the seal impart,
And speak the answer to my heart.
5 Tell me, or thou shalt never go,-
Thy prayer is heard; it shall be so:
The word hath pass'd thy lips, and I
Shall with thy people live and die.
YREAT Source of being and of love!
U Thou wat'rest all the worlds above;
And all the joys which mortals know,
From thine exhaustless fountain flow.
2 A sacred spring, at thy command,
From Zion's mount, in Canaan's land,
Beside thy temple cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid stream around.
3 Close by its banks, in order fair,
The blooming trees of life appear;
Their blossoms fragrant odours give,
And on their fruit the nations live.
4 Flow, wondrous stream! with glory crown'd,
Flow on to earth's remotest bound;
And bear us, on thy gentle wave,
To Him who all thy virtues gave.
The gates of hell shall not prevail against her.
IO make the Lord of hosts their tower,
Immovable by mortal power,—
Built on eternity.