Ordination or Installation.
1 0 THOU, who on thy chosen Son
Didst send thy Spirit like a dove,
To mark the long expected one,
And seal the messenger of love;
2 And when the heralds of his naine
Went forth his glorious truth to spread
Didst send it down in tongues of flame
To hallow each devoted head :
3 So, Lord, thy servant now inspire
With holy unction from above;
Give him the tongue of living fire,
Give him the temper of the dove.
4 Lord, hear thy suppliant church to-day;
Accept our work, our souls posses
"T is ours to labor, watch, and pray
Be thine to cheer, sustain, and bless.
10 THOU, who didst ordain the Word,
And its strong heralds send,
We draw the holy veil of prayer,
And in thy presence bend.
To this young warrior of the cross,
Who takes his station here,
Be thou a teacher and a guide,
And be thy Spirit near.
pure disciple, let him tread
The ways his Master trod --
Giving the weary spirits rest,
Leading the lost to God-
Stooping to lend the sufferer aid,
Crushed sorrow's wail to hear,
To bind the widow's broken heart,
And dry the orphan's tear.
3 For war with error, make him strong,
And sin, the soul's dark foe-
But let him humbly seek for truth,
Where'er its waters flow.
And when, O Father, at the grave
He lays his armor down,
Give him the victor's glistening robe,
The palm-wreath and the crown.
iWF hid thee welcome in the name
Of Jesus, our exalted Head:
Come as a servant; so he came;
And we receive thee in his stead..
2 Corne as an angel, hence to guide
A band of pilgrims on their way,
That, safely walking at thy side,
We never fail, nor faint, nor stray.
3 Come as a teacher sent from God,
Charged his whole counsel to declare;
Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod,
While we uphold thy hands with prayer
4 Come as a messenger of peace,
Filled with the Spirit, fired with love;
Live 10 behold our large increase,
And die to meet us all above.
1 HERALD of the Lord's salvation,
Watchful in thy station stand;
Heed the heavenly proclamation,
Heed the Master's great command.
Mark old error's gathering forces
Compassing our Zion round;
Know in truth thine own resources,
Give the trumpet's certain sound!
2 Christ proclaim in the new station,
Herald, now assigned to thee;
That the waiting congregation
God's salvation here may see.
Cbrist proclaim-no line abating
Of the counsel of the Lord;
From no promise deviating;
rrom no precept; "preach the word.”
3 Then, God's blessing resting o'er thee,
And his truth, by night, by day,
Cloud and pillar bright before thee,
Shall make glad thy gospel way;
Tilthy work well done, the greeting
Of the Master will be given;
T we rise to that one meeting-
Pastor-people-all-in heaven!
Ordination or Installation.
1 LIFT aloud the voice of praise!
God, our Father and our Friend,
Hear the prayer and song we raise,
Weak, yet trusting, we would bend.
2 Lo! another servant brought
To the heritage of God;-
May he teach as Christ hath taught,
Tread the path his Saviour trod.
3 To the vineyard may he come
Girded with celestial might;
Skilled to draw thy children home,
Taught to give the darkened light.
4 Unto thee, a people bend,
Bind us heart to heart in love;
Flock and pastor, we would tend
Ever toward our home above.
1 LORD on thy Zion's wall
A faithful watchman stands,
And hears the solemn call
Of anxious, waiting bands,
Who seek along the waning night
For heralds of thy coming light.
2 Oh, may he never sleep
Upon his weary post,
Nor shrink, though round him sweep
The storm's embattled host;
But, whatsoe'er the night may be,
Stand firm in duty and in thee!
3 And let his visioned eye
Rest on the truth sublime,
That sin and woe shall fly
Before advancing time,
Till in thine own eternal day
The latest tear hath passed away.
4 And when his watch is done,
Oh, let unclouded light,
From heaven's all glorious sun
Gleam on his closing sight:-
That all who see his death, shall know
His spirit walked with thee below.
1 SOVEREIGN of worlds above!
From thy blest throne of love,
To us appear;
Help, as we raise to thee,
Prayers of humility,
Praises of spirits free;
And wilt thou hear.
2 Be thy rich blessing shed
On thy young servant's head,
In this bright hour,
Who at thine altar stands,
With trusting heart and hands,
Waiting thy true commands,-
Seeking thy power.
3 G at him thy wisdom, Lord,
And with thy mighty word
Armed may he be;
Faithful in teaching here,
Moved by thy holy fear,-
May his great charge be dear
Father, to thee.
4 And when, his toilings ceased,
To heaven, from earth released,
Thou bid him come;
Then, where no sin-cloud lowers,
Be his glad theme and ours,
Love's high redeeming powers,
Man's endless home'
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