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Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
4 How blesséd are our eyes
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad:
Let all the nations now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
ORD of the Church, we humbly pray
And speak Thy holy word:
With love divine their hearts inspire,
And touch their lips with hallow'd fire,
And needful grace afford.
2 Help them to preach the truth of God;
Redemption through the Saviour's blood:
Nor let the Spirit cease
On all the Church His gifts to shower;
To them, a messenger of power;
To us, of life and peace.
3 So may they live to Thee alone;
Then hear the welcome word-"Well done!'
And take their crown above:
Enter into their Master's joy,
And all eternity employ
In praise, and bliss, and love.
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 Clothe, then, 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-
Souls that will well reward their pain.
SYNODICAL AND OTHER MEETINGS.
ROM Calv'ry's sacred mountain
Where hung the Son of God,
Whilst from His heart's deep fountain
Gush'd forth the crimson flood,
The voice of mercy plighted,
Bids us in Jesus' name,
Proclaim to the benighted
The Lamb for sinners slain.
2 Come, brethren, whom, anointed
With unction from on high,
The Master has appointed
To preach His kingdom nigh;
We'll haste, o'er mount and river,
Through city, town, and plain,
The ruin'd to deliver
From death and Satan's chain.
3 Soon will our race be ended,
Our journey soon be o'er,
By Jesus' arm defended,
We'll reach fair Canaan's shore,
Where grateful plaudits greet us,
Throughout the heavenly dome,
And blesséd spirits meet us,
To shout us welcome home.
4 There may this congregation
Unite to swell the theme
Of blood-bought, free salvation,
Through faith in Jesus' name:
O Jesus! Rock of Ages!
The God we all adore,
Through earth's bewild'ring stages
Guide us to Canaan's shore!
LOVE Thy Zion, Lord!
The house of Thine abode;
The Church, O blest Redeemer, saved
With Thine own precious blood.
2 I love Thy Church, O God!
Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And graven on Thy hand.
3 If e'er to bless Thy sons
My voice or hands deny,
These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.
4 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare or her woe,
Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,
And ev'ry grief o'erflow.
5 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
6 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
N one fraternal bond of love,
One fellowship of mind,
The saints below and saints above
Their bliss and glory find.
2 Here, in their house of pilgrimage,
Thy statutes are their song;
There, through one bright, eternal age,
Thy praises they prolong.
3 Lord, may our union form a part
Of that thrice happy whole,
Derive its pulse from Thee, the heart,
Its life from Thee, the soul.
HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd,
And saved by grace alone:
Walking in all His ways, they find
Their heaven on earth begun.
2 The Church triumphant in Thy love,
Their mighty joys we know:
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.
3 Thee in Thy glorious realm they praise,
And bow before Thy throne;
We in the kingdom of Thy grace:
The kingdoms are but one.
4 The holy to the holiest leads;
From thence our spirits rise;
And he that in Thy statutes treads
Shall meet Thee in the skies.
LORD, Thy work revive
In Zion's gloomy hour;
And let our dying graces live
By Thy restoring power.
2 Oh, let thy chosen few
Awake to earnest prayer,
Their solemn vows again renew,
And walk in filial fear.