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2 0, 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,-
And thus reward their toil and pain.
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.
God's blessing ensures success.
Lord, fulfil thy faithful word,-
Thy servants' labours bless;
Now let the prayer of faith be heard,
And grant them full success.
2 Long have they in thy vineyard wrought, And with unwearied toil;
Alas! they spend their strength for naught, Upon a sterile soil.
3 Arise, O God, exert thy power; Thy people's hopes sustain;
And richly on thy vineyard shower
The first and latter rain.
4 Lord, we commend the work to thee;
Thy servants guide and bless ;
Thy guidance gives security,-
Thy blessing,-full success.
He giveth the increase.
IGH on his
The King of saints his work surveys;
Marks the dear souls he calls his own,
And smiles on the peculiar race.
2 He rests well pleased their toils to see;
Beneath his easy yoke they move:
With all their heart and strength agree
In the sweet labour of his love.
3 See where the servants of the Lord,
A busy multitude, appear:
For Jesus day and night employ'd,
His heritage they toil to clear.
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:
He kindly gives the wish'd increase,
And sends the promised blessing down.
Entire dependence on Christ.
XCEPT the Lord conduct the plan,
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 In Jesus' name behold we meet,
Far from an evil world retreat,
And all its frantic ways;
One only thing resolved to know,
And square our useful lives below,
By reason and by grace.
4 Not in the tombs we pine to dwell, Not in the dark monastic cell,
By vows and grates confined; Freely to all ourselves we give, Constrain'd by Jesus' love to live
The servants of mankind.
5 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.
60 let our love and faith abound;
O let our lives, to all around,
With purest lustre shine;
That all around our works may see,
And give the glory, Lord, to thee,
The heavenly light divine.
The minister's only business.
ESUS, the Name high over all,
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear,-
The Name to sinners given;
It scatters all their guilty fear;
It turns their hell to heaven.
3 Jesus the pris'ner's fetters breaks, And bruises Satan's head;
Power into strengthless souls he speaks, And life into the dead.
4 0 that the world might taste and see The riches of his grace;
The arms of love that compass me,
Would all mankind embrace.
3 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
may but gasp his name;
Preach him to all, and cry in death,
Behold, behold the Lamb!
ORD, if at thy command
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.
To diff'rent climes repair;
Inseparably join'd in heart
The friends of Jesus are.
2 0 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.
4 0 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.