HAMBURG. (GREGORIAN.) L. M. Arr. by Lowell Mason. (1792-1872.) 1825. 1. "Go preach My gospel," saith the Lord, "Bid the whole earth My grace re ceive; He shall be saved that trusts My word, He shall be damned that won't believe." 843 The great Commission. 2 I'll make your great commission known; 3 Go, heal the sick; go, raise the dead; Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blas- 4 Teach all the nations My commands, 5 He spake, and light shone round His On a bright cloud to heaven He rode : 844 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748) 1709. I FATHER of mercies, bow Thine ear, Attentive to our earnest prayer; 2 Within Thy temple, when we stand To teach the truth as taught by Thee, 3 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, We plead for those who plead for Thee 4 To watch, and pray, and never faint; 2 How great their work, how vast their charge! Do Thou their anxious souls enlarge; To them Thy sacred truth reveal, Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 3 Teach them aright to sow the seed, Teach them Thy chosen flock to feed, 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, A Pastor sought of God. Ezr. viii. 21. L. M. 846 Nor let Thy flock neglected mourn; 2 Come as a shepherd; guard and keep 3 Come as a teacher, sent from God, Filled with the Spirit, fired with love; 3 Hence sprung th' apostles' honored name, 850 In lowlier forms, to bless our eyes, 4 So shall the bright succession run, 5 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know, 848 A Pastor welcomed. 1 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. 1 O SAVIOUR, is Thy promise fled? 2 Come, Jesus, come, return again; 3 And share Thy kingdom's happiness. Come, Jesus, come, and as of yore A dawning to Thy brighter day: NEBO. S. M. Thomas Hastings. (1784-1872.) 1843 I. How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zi on's hill, Who bring sal-va- tion 851 The Blessednees of Gospel-times. Is. lii. 7-9. Matt. xiii. 16, 17. 2 How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are! 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light! 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; 6 The Lord makes bare His arm 852 Their Saviour and their God. Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. The Standard lifted up. I HARK, how the watchmen cry! Attend the trumpet's sound; Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh, The powers of hell surround. 2 See on the mountain's top The standard of your God: All stained with hallowed blood. 3 His standard-bearers now To Jesus' cross, ye nations, bow; Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708-1788.) 1749. ab. and alt. 853 Sowing beside all Waters. I Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 2 Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock, Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 3 The good, the fruitful ground. O'er hill and dale alike 't is found; Go forth, then, everywhere. 4 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, 5 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, the moist and dry, 6 Then, when the glorious end, 4 O let them spread Thy name, Their mission fully prove; Thy universal grace proclaim, Thine all-redeeming love. 856 Rev. Charles Wesley. 1742. ab. I YE messengers of Christ, 2 The Master whom you serve Will needful strength bestow; Depending on His promised aid, With sacred courage go. 3 Mountains shall sink to plains, And hell in vain oppose; The cause is God's, and must prevail In spite of all His foes. 4 Go, spread a Saviour's fame, 857 And tell His matchless grace, Sowing in Tears, Reaping in Joy. I THE harvest dawn is near, The year delays not long; And he who sows with many a tear, Shall reap with many a song. 2 Sad to his toil he goes, His seed with weeping leaves; But he shall come at twilight's close, And bring his golden sheaves. Bp. George Burgess. (1800-1865.) 1840. MEDFIELD. C. M. William Mather. (1756-1808.) 1790. I. CHRIST and His cross are all our theme; The mysteries that we speak 2 But souls enlightened from above 3 The vital savor of His name Restores their fainting breath; 4 Till God diffuse His graces down, 859 Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. For the Ordination of a Minister. 2 'Tis not a cause of small import The pastor's care demands, But what might fill an angel's heart, 3 They watch for souls for which the Lord Did heavenly bliss forego, For souls that must forever live In raptures or in woe. 4 All to the great tribunal haste, The account to render there; And shouldst Thou strictly mark our faults, Lord, how shall we appear? 15 May they that Jesus, whom they preach, Their own Redeemer see; And watch Thou daily o'er their souls, I LORD, Thou hast taught our hearts to glow But more of Thee we long to know, 2 Thy life, Thy death, inspire our song, 3 Thou bid'st us go, with Thee to stand 4 With Thine own pity, Saviour, see 5 Teach Thou our lips of Thee to speak, 6 O'er all the world Thy Spirit send, Kev Ray Palmer. (1809-) 1860 |