3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down :
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were all the realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
I FATHER of mercies, bow Thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer;
We plead for those who plead for Thee;
Successful pleaders may they be.
2 How great their work! how vast their charge!
Do Thou their anxious souls enlarge:
Their best endowments are our gain;
We share the blessings they obtain.
3 O clothe with energy divine
Their words; and let those words be Thine;
To them Thy sacred truth reveal;
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
4 Teach them to sow the precious seed;
Teach them Thy chosen flock to feed ;
Teach them immortal souls to gain-
And thus reward their toil and pain.
5 Let thronging multitudes around
Hear from their lips the joyful sound,
In humble strains Thy grace implore,
And feel Thy Spirit's living power.
I How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill
Who bring salvation on their tongues
2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet their tidings are!
Zion, behold thy Saviour King;
He reigns and triumphs here."
3 The watchmen join their voice!
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
4 The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
I How beauteous on the mountains,
The feet of Him that brings,
Like streams from living fountains,
Good tidings of good things;
That publisheth salvation,
And jubilee release,
To every tribe and nation,
God's reign of joy and peace!
2 Lift up thy voice, O watchman !
And shout, from Zion's towers,
Thy hallelujah chorus,-
"The victory is ours!"
The Lord shall build up
In glory and renown,
And Jesus, Judah's Lion,
Shall wear His rightful crown.
3 Break forth in hymns of gladness,
O waste Jerusalem !
Let songs, instead of sadness,
Thy jubilee proclaim ;
The Lord, in strength victorious,
Upon thy foes hath trod;
Behold, O earth! the glorious
Salvation of our God!
I LET Zion's watchmen all awake,
And take th' alarm they give ;
Now let them from the mouth of God
Their solemn charge receive.
2 Tis not a cause of small import
The pastor's care demands;
But what might fill an angel's heart,
And filled a Saviour's hands.
3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord
Did heavenly bliss forego,-
For souls which must for ever live
In rapture or in woe.
4 May they that Jesus, whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer see;
And watch Thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for Thee.
I LORD of the harvest, hear
Thy needy servants' cry;
Answer Thy people's earnest prayer,
And all our wants supply.
2 On Thee we humbly wait;
Our wants are in Thy view:
The harvest, truly, Lord, is great;
The labourers are few.
And let them speak Thy Word with power,
As workers with their God.
4 Give the pure Gospel word,
The word of general grace;
Thee let them preach, the common Lord,
The Saviour of our race.
5 O let them spread Thy name;
Their mission fully prove;
Thy universal grace proclaim,
Thy all-redeeming love!
I Now in this consecrated place,
Dispense the treasures of Thy grace,
Benignant God, and largely bless
Our deacons with Thy righteousness;
That by Thy tables they may stand
As servants of Thine own right hand.
2 These, by their office, called to see
The body broken on the tree,-
To hold before our brotherhood
The sign of the redeeming blood;
The service of the cross to share,
May they the Saviour's image bear.
3 These, whom we call to bear relief
And solace to the sons of grief;
These, who shall cheer with due supplies
And free and friendly ministries;
Our pastor,-O Thyself uphold,
Thou greater Shepherd of the fold.
4 With heavenly zeal and wisdom fed
Be they who bear the sacred bread;
With generous pleasures may they glow,
Who meet the wants and share the woe;
And Thee, at last, O Saviour, see,
And spread the marriage feast for Thee.
I REAPER, behold! the fields are white
With the great harvest of the world;
Soldier, seek thou the thickest fight,
Thy Captain's standard is unfurled.
2 Wise to win souls, exhort, reprove,
And watch the flock redeemed by blood:
Warn with thy tears, preach in deep love
The gospel of the grace of God.
3 Toil on in the appointed way,
The precious fruit shall soon appear;
Work thou thy work whilst it is day;
The shadows lengthen, night is near.
4 Soon shalt thou hear the Master's voice,
The welcome cry, "Behold, I come!"
Within the pearly gates rejoice,
And rest thee in thy heavenly home.
I WE bid 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 Come as a shepherd: guard and keep
This fold from Satan and from sin;
Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep,
The wounded heal, the lost bring in.
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 to behold our large increase,
And die to meet us all above.
I WITH heavenly power, O Lord, defend
Him whom we now to Thee commend ;
Thy faithful messenger secure,
And make him to the end endure.
2 Gird him with all-sufficient grace;
Direct his feet in paths of peace;
Thy truth and faithfulness fulfil,
And arm him to obey Thy will.
3 Before him Thy protection send,
O love him, save him to the end,
Nor let him as a pilgrim rove
Without the convoy of Thy love.
4 Enlarge, inflame, and fill his heart;
In him Thy mighty power exert ;
That thousands yet unborn may praise
The wonders of redeeming grace,
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