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7. YHRIST, from whom all blessings flow,
C'Perfecting the saints below,
Hear us, who thy nature share,
Placed according to thy will,
6,5. HEN shall we meet again,
Meet ne'er to sever?
Round us forever?
Pure as life's river?
Take us, dear Saviour; May we all there unite,
Where kindred spirits dwell,
Meet ne'er to sever;
Round us forever;
Alaric A. Watts.
That whitens o'er the plain, Where angels soon shall gather
Their sheaves of golden grain; Accept these hands to labor,
These hearts to trust and love, And deign with them to hasten
Thy kingdom from above. 2 As laborers in thy vineyard,
Send us, O Christ, to be Content to bear the burden
Of weary days for thee; We ask no other wages,
When thou shalt call us bome, But to have shared the travail
Which makes thy kingdom come. 3 Come down, thou Holy Spirit !
And fill our souls with light, Clothe us in spotless raiment,
In linen clean and white.
Beside thy sacred altar
Be with us, where we stand,
Through all this happy land.
John 8. B. Monsell.
C. P. M.
the The best concerted 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.
And fit us for thy will;
The city on the hill.
With purest luster shine;
The heavenly light divine.
L. M. 10 forth, ye heralds, in My name,
Sweetly the gospel trumpet sound; The glorious jubilee proclaim,
Where'er the human race is found.
2 The joyful news to all impart,
And teach them where salvation lies; With care bind up the broken heart,
And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 3 Be wise as serpents, where you go,
But harmless as the peaceful dove; And let your heaven-taught conduct show
Ye are commissioned from above. 4 Freely from me ye have received,
Freely, in love, to others give;
And, by your labors, sinners live.
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 labor of his love.
A busy multitude, appear;
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 wished increase,
And sends the promised blessing down.
Augustus G. Spangenberg Tr. by J. Wesley.