1 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 abové, 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.
The Death of a Minister.
1 NOW let our drooping hearts revive, And all our tears be dry;
Why should those eyes be drowned in grief, That view a Saviour nigh?
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.
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.
3 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. 1"SERVANT 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.
5 Soldier of Christ! well-done! Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy!
Inquiring of a Watchman.
1 WATCHMAN! 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 light, 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.
3 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!
1 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.
The Heathen crying for Help.
1 HARK! what mean those lamentations, Rolling sadly through the sky? "T is 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.
The Gospel-Banner.
1 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 vallies greeting, The song responsive raise.
1 ASSEMBLED at thy great command, Before thy face, dread King! we stand: The voice, that marshalled 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.
528. The Heralds pointing out the Way. 1 NOW 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 throne, And calls the sacred place his own. 4 "Behold the way!" ye heralds! cry; Spare not, but lift your voices high:
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