LET

ET Zion's watchmen all awake,
And take th’alarm they give ;

Now let them from the mouth of God
Their solemn charge receive.

2 The covenants of this sacred hour,

Great Shepherd of thy people, seal; Spirit of grace, diffuse thy power,

Our vows accept, thy might reveal. 3 Behold our guide, and deign to crown His toils, O Lamb of God, with love; His lips inspire; each effort own ; Breathé, dwell within him, heavenly Dove.

4 Behold his charge; what wealth shall dare

With its most priceless worth to vie? Suns, systems, worlds, how mean they are,

Compared with souls, that cannot

die !

5 Oh, when, before the judgment-seat,
The wicked quake in dread despair,
May we, all reverent at thy feet,
Pastor and flock, find mercy there.

S. F. SMITH.

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The pastor's care demands,
But what might fill an angel's heart,
And filled a Saviour's hands.

They watch for souls, for which the
Lord

Did heavenly bliss forego,—

For souls, which must for ever live,
In rapture or in woe.

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

WE

E thank thee, Lord, for sending
here

The publishers of peace:
Speak by them now, and everywhere

By them declare thy grace.

2 So when the harvest-day shall come, Sowers, and reapers too,

Shall, shouting, enter endless home,
And thee eternal view.

3 That happy morning we desire-
Oh let it hasten on !-

When all shall join the angelic choir

In singing round thy throne.

4 The pastors and the people there
Shall thee in glory see;
Shall keep the long Sabbatic year-
The feast of Jubilee.

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C. M.

2 Oh, may the choice which we have

made

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Of all thy chosen seed

The crop prepared its fruit to yield;

The laborers few indeed.

2 Therefore we come before thee now With words of humble prayer, Beseeching of thy love that thou

Would'st send more laborers there.

3 Not for our land alone we pray,
Though that above the rest,
The realms and islands far away,
Oh, let them all be blest!

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Fill their hearts with faith and love;
Make them humble, zealous, wise,
Strife to shun, and good devise.

4 When their earthly work is done,
When the crown of life is won,
Ever in thy house on high,

THE

Was the first temple built to
God;

His fiat laid the corner-stone,
And heaved its pillars one by one.
2. He hung its starry roof on high-
The broad, illimitable sky;

He spread its pavement, green and
bright,

And curtained it with morning light. 3 The mountains in their places stood, The sea-the sky-and "all was good;" And when its first few praises rang, The "morning stars together sang." 4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea, And earth, and sky, a house for thee; But in thy sight our off'ring standsAn humbler temple, "made with hands."

5 We cannot bid the morning star
To sing how bright thy glories are;
But, Lord, if thou wilt meet us here,
Thy praise shall be the Christian's tear.

N. P. WILLIS.

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AKER of land and rolling sea,

We dedicate this house to thee; And what our willing hands have done, We give to God, and to the Son.

2 Come, fill this house with heavenly grace,

While sinners throng the sacred place,
And saints below with saints above,
Unite to sing redeeming love.

3 Here let the cross be lifted high
Before a world condemned to die :
Here flow the blood of sacrifice,.
To hush the Law's avenging cries.

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