5 And duly shall appear,

In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

6 Thou canst not toil in vain:

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
Shall fuster and mature the grain,
For garners in the sky.

7 Then when the glorious end,
The day of God is come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And heaven sing "Harvest home!"

291. Religious Tracts. C. M. 1 Go, messenger of love, and bear Upon thy gentle wing,

The songs that seraphs love to hear,
And angels joy to sing.

2 Go to the heart with sin oppress'd,
And dry the sorrowing tear;

Extract the thorn that wounds the breast,
The drooping spirit cheer.

3 Go say to Zion, “Jesus reigns;"

By his resistless pow'r

He binds his enemies with chains;
They fall to rise no more.

4 Tell of the Spirit's energies,

As he from heaven descends,
Arrests his proudest enemies,

And changes them to friends. Brown.

292. Foreign Distribution. S. M.
1 Spread, spread these healing leaves
To every Pagan land;

Till every hill and vale receives
The blessing from our hand.

2 Each billow-heaving sea,

Each passing breeze and gale,
Shall bear them on till all the earth
Their healing influence feel.

3 Speed them by fervent prayer:
Our God will surely bless,

And give the kingdoms of the world
To Christ, the Prince of Peace.

4 Bear, bear these healing leaves
To every heathen home;

Then soon shall men and angels shout,
"Earth's jubilee has come !"

G. H.

293. Blessedness of doing Good. 7's.

1 Christians! if you would enjoy
Close communion with your God,

All your powers for Him employ;
Tread the path your Saviour trod:
While you trust in Jesus' blood,
Taste the sweets of doing good!

2 Christians, if you would be free
From the world's corroding care,
In the haunts of misery,

Learn how great your comforts are;
While you trust in Jesus' blood,
Taste the sweets of doing good.
3 Christians! would you grow in grace,
And like Jesus more become;

Till in heaven you see his face,
Free from sin, and safe at home:
While you trust in Jesus' blood,
Taste the sweets of doing good!

294. The Lost Found. C. M.

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1 Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy,
When but one sinner turns,

And, with a humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!

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2 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heav'n is fill'd with joy.

3 Well pleas'd the Father sees and hears The conscious sinner's moan;

Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.

4 Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire:

"The sinner lost, is found," they sing, And strike the sounding lyre. Needham.

295. "I am with you." C. M. 1 The Lord on mortal worms looks down From his celestial throne,

And when the wicked swarm around,
He well discerns his own.

2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn
The scandals of the times,
And join their efforts to oppose
The wide prevailing crimes.
3 Low in the social band he bows
His still attentive ear,

And, while his angels sing around,
Delights their voice to hear.

Watts.

296. The active, watchful Christian. S. M.

1 Ye servants of the Lord,

Each in his office wait,

Observant of his heav'nly word
And watchful at his gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame:
Gird up your loins as in his sight,
For awful is his name.

3 "Watch," 'tis your Lord's command,
And while we speak he's near;
Mark the first signal from his hand,
And ready all appear.

4 Ọ, happy servant he,

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crown'd.

Doddridge.

297. Self-Consecration. C. M. 1 Yes, I will be for ever thine, Bought at the price of blood; My feeble pow'rs shall all combine To serve the living God. 2 I consecrate my all to thee, Here at thy mercy-seat; Poor as the offering may be, I lay it at thy feet.

Ch. Psalmist.

298. A Blessing Invoked. L. M. 1 Indulgent God of love and power, Be with us at this solemn hour! Smile on our souls; our plans approve, By which we seek to spread thy love.