HYMN 519, L. M.
Meeting of Ministers.
POUR out thy Spirit from on high;
Lord! thine assembled servants bless;
Graces and gifts to each supply,
And clothe thy priests with righteousness. 2 Within thy temple where we stand,
To teach the truth as taught by thee,
Saviour! like stars in thy right hand,
The angels of the churches be!
3 Wisdom and zeal, and faith impart,
Firmness with meekness from above,
To bear thy people on our hearts,
And love the souls whom thou dost love :-
4 To watch and pray, and never faint;
By day and night strict guard to keep;
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,
Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep.
5 Then, when our work is finished here,
In humble hope, our charge resign:
When the chief Shepherd shall appear,
O God! may they and we be thine.
HYMN 520, C. M.
The Death of a Minister.
OW let our drooping hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry;
Why should those eyes be drowned in grief,
That view a Saviour nigh?
mp 2 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,-
The aged and the young;
The watchful eye, in darkness closed,
And mute th' instructive tongue;
3 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart;
His eye still guides us, and his voice
Still animates our heart.
4 "Lo! I am with you," saith the Lord,
"My church shall safe abide;"
The Lord will ne'er forsake his own,
Who in his love confide
5 Through every scene of life and death,
His promise is our trust;
And this shall be our children's song,
When we are cold in dust.
HYMN 521, S. M.
The Pastor's Death.
1 REST from thy labor, rest;
Soul of the just, set free!
Blest be thy memory, and blest
Thy bright example be!
2 Faith, perseverance, zeal,
Language of light and power,
Love, prompt to act, and quick to feel,-
Marked thee, till life's last hour.
8 Now,―toil and conflict o'er,—
Go, take with saints thy place;
But go-as each hath gone before,—
A sinner saved by grace.
4 Lord Jesus! to thy hands
Our pastor we resign;
And now we wait thine own commands;—
We were not his, but thine.
5 Thou art thy church's head;
And, when the members die,
Thou raisest others in their stead :—
To thee we lift our eye.
6 On thee our hopes depend;
We gather round our Rock;
Send whom thou wilt; but condescend
Thyself to feed thy flock.
The Death of an aged Minister.
WANT of God! well done!
Rest from thy loved employ:
The battle fought, the vict'ry won,—
Enter thy Master's joy."
2 The voice at midnight came,
He started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell-but felt no fear.
3 Tranquil amid alarms,
It found him on the field,
A veteran slumbering on his arms,
Beneath his red-cross shield.
4 The pains of death are past,-
Labor and sorrow cease;
And, life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
f" 5 Soldier of Christ! well-done!
Praise be thy new employ;
And, while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy!
HYMN 523, 7s.
Inquiring of a Watchman.
ATCHMAN! tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are?
Traveler! o'er yon mountain's height!
See that glory-beaming star:
Watchman! does its beauteous ray
Aught of hope or joy foretell?
Traveler! yes;-it brings the day,-
Promised day of Israel."
2 Watchman! tell us of the night;-
Higher yet that star ascends;
Traveler! blessedness and liglit,
Peace and truth, its course portends:
Watchman! will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Traveler! ages are its own,
See! it bursts o'er all the earth.
8 Watchman! tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn;
Traveler! darkness takes its flight,
Doubt and terror are withdrawn:
Watchman! let thy wanderings cease,
Hie thee to thy quiet home;
Traveler! lo! the Prince of peace,-
Lo! the Son of God is come!
HYMN 524, H. M.
Christian Effort.
RISE, gracious God! and shine
In all thy saving might;
And prosper each design,
To spread thy glorious light:
Let healing streams of mercy flow,
That all the earth thy truth may know,
2 Put forth thy glorious power!
The nations then will see,
And earth present her store,
In converts born of thee;
God, our own God, his church will bless,
And earth shall yield her full increase.
HYMN 525, 8s and 7s.
The Heathen crying for Help.
ARK! what mean those lamentations, Rolling sadly through the sky? 'Tis the cry of heathen nations,"Come and help us, or we die !" 2 Hear the heathen's sad complaining, Christians! hear their dying cry; And, the love of Christ constraining, Haste to help them, ere they die.
HYMN 526, 7s and 68.
The Gospel Banner.
NOW be the gospel banner,
In every land, unfurled;
And be the shout,-" Hosanna!"
Re-echoed through the world,
Till every isle and nation,
Till every tribe and tongue,
Receive the great salvation,
And join the happy throng.
2 What, though th' embattled legions
Of earth and hell combine?
His arm, throughout their regions,
Shall soon resplendent shine:
Ride on, O Lord! victorious,
Immanuel, Prince of peace!
Thy triumph shall be glorious,—
Thy empire still increase.
3 Yes, thou shalt reign for ever,
O Jesus, King of kings!
Thy light, thy love, thy favor,
Each ransomed captive sings:
The isles for thee are waiting,
The deserts learn thy praise,
The hills and valleys greeting,
The song responsive raise.
HYMN 527, L. M.
Missionary Meeting.
1 ASSEMBLED at thy great command,
Before thy face, dread King! we stand;
The voice that marshaled every star,
Has called thy people from afar.
2 We meet, through distant lands, to spread,
The truth for which the martyrs bled;
Along the line, to either pole,
The thunder of thy praise to roll.
3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise,
Our hopes revive, our courage raise;
Our counsels aid, to each impart
The single eye, the faithful heart.
4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come,
Recall the wandering spirits home;
From Zion's mount send forth the sound,
To spread the spacious earth around.
The Heralds pointing out the Way.
TOW let our faith, with joy, survey
The glories of the latter day;
Its dawn already seems begun,-
Sure earnest of the rising sun.
2 The friends of truth assembled stand,-
A chosen consecrated band,
The emblem of the cross display,
And cry aloud," Behold the way!"
3 Behold the way to Zion's hill,
Where Israel's God delights to dwell;
He fixes there his lofty throue,
And calls the sacred place his own.
4 "Behold the way!" ye heralds! cry,
Spare no, but lift your voices high;
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