3 And when the great harvest 's ended, When the Master counts our sheaves, O! let those by us attended, Be as numerous as the leaves, Which we scatter, And a dying world receives. Lady of Phila. 284. The Tract Visiter. 8, 6. 1 Go forth on wings of fervent pray'r; Go with the message from above; Go in the Master's name you love, Silent but eloquent to moveTill e'en the deaf shall hear. 2 To ev'ry dwelling speed your way, Scatter the shades of error's night, Kindle the rays of Gospel light, Pour them around in splendor bright→ Till e'en the blind shall see. 3 Bid ev'ry slumbering soul awake; Tell of the darkness, fire and chains; Tell of the heav'n where Jesus reigns; Tell of his love in melting strains— Till e'en the dumb shall speak. 4 O Jesus, give thy word success; Lo! at thy footstool now we bend; Only on thee our hopes depend; Thou art alone the sinner's FriendThy word is life and peace. S. Songs, 285. The Tract Visiter. C. M. 1 Go, spread the page of truth divine Before the sinner's eyes; Go, tender him the word of life, 2 Portray the joys that thrill through heav'n Through Christ's atoning blood. 3 To "seek and save that which was lost," Evinc'd a Saviour's love; Go, share his labors here below, 286. The Tract Visiter. S. M. P. 1 Go forth on wings of pray'r, Ye messengers of love; Though mute, the joyful tidings bear Salvation from above. 2 Go, tell the careless soul The warning God has given; 3 Go to the wretched poor, The ignorant and rude; Bid them the pearl of price secure, 4 Saviour of dying men, Thy presence we implore; T. H. 287. The Faithful Tract Visiter. L. M. 1 Inspired with charity divine, He lets "his light" in labors shine; Goes forth to tell of Jesus' love, And point to brighter worlds above! 2 Sweet messages of grace he bears, And waters with his tears and prayers; Never a Tract by him is given, But fervent prayer ascends to heaven. 3 The lonely garret he explores, And oft supplies the widow's stores; Dries up the suff'ring mourner's tears, And dissipates the orphan's fears. 4 Strives by each heavenly art to win Immortal souls from death and sin; Yet trusts in Sov'reign grace alone To move and melt the heart of stone. 5 Thrice happy man, who labors thus To free the world from every curse; "He treads the path the Saviour trod, "The path to glory and to God!" J. B. H. 288. Tract Visiter's Encouragement.C.M. 1 All hail, ye servants of the Lord, 2 What though the seed 'mid thorns be sown, To save its germ alive. 3 Ye fear what falls on stony earth 4 The seed that by the wayside fell, tell, 5 And some an hundred fold shall bear How blessed, then, will be your care; 289. Returning from Labor. T's. Every place our feet have trod, 2 Wake their slumbers, deep and long: 3 Pardon those who truth despise; 290. Sowing the Seed. S. M. 1 Sow in the morn the seed, 2 Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock, 3 The good, the fruitful ground, Expect not here nor there; O'er hill and dale by spots 'tis found: 4 Thou know'st not which may thrive, Grace keeps the precious germ alive, |