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,
Descending from the skies.

2 Portray the joys that thrill through heav'n
When sinners turn to God;
When rebels seek eternal life,

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,
Go, share his bliss above.

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;
Go, make the wounded spirit whole
With healing balm from heaven.

3 Go to the wretched poor,

The ignorant and rude;

Bid them the pearl of price secure,
Bought with a Saviour's blood.

4 Saviour of dying men,

Thy presence we implore;
Without thy blessing all is vain;
Be with us evermore.

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,
On Mercy's mission bound,
Who, like the sower of the word,
Strew precious gifts around.

2 What though the seed 'mid thorns be sown,
Where tares and brambles thrive,
Still One is able-One alone,

To save its germ alive.

3 Ye fear what falls on stony earth
Will mock your prayerful toil;
But sometimes plants of holiest birth
Bear fruit in sterile soil.

4 The seed that by the wayside fell,
Perchance you counted dead;
Yet birds that sing in heaven may
They on its sweetness fed.

tell,

5 And some an hundred fold shall bear
Unto the harvest's Lord;

How blessed, then, will be your care;
How glorious your reward! Mrs. Sigourney.

289. Returning from Labor. T's.
1 Visit kindly, O our God!

Every place our feet have trod,
Bless the truth our lips convey'd,
Make thine enemies afraid:

2 Wake their slumbers, deep and long:
Break their fetters, old and strong:
Give the blind a heavenly light;
Guide the doubting soul aright.

3 Pardon those who truth despise;
Grant repentance, make them wise;
Stubborn though their spirit be,
Get thyself the victory!

290. Sowing the Seed. S. M.

1 Sow in the morn the seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broad-cast it round the land.

2 Beside all waters sow,

The highway furrows stock,
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,
Scatter it on the rock.

3 The good, the fruitful ground,

Expect not here nor there;

O'er hill and dale by spots 'tis found:
Go forth then everywhere.

4 Thou know'st not which may thrive,
The late or early sown;

Grace keeps the precious germ alive,
When and wherever strown.