460 Dillenburg. 7s & 6s.

(928) The Messenger Welcomed.

How beauteous on the mountains,

The feet of him that brings,

Like streams from living fountains,

Good tidings of good things;

That publisheth salvation,

And jubilee release,

To ev'ry tribe and nation,

God's reign of joy and peace.

2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman!

And shout from Zion's towers,

Thy hallelujah chorus--

"The victory is ours!"

The Lord shall build up Zion

In glory and renown,

And Jesus, Judah's lion,

Shall wear his rightful crown.

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness;

Oh, waste Jerusalem!

Let songs, instead of sadness,

Thy jubilee proclaim;

The Lord in strength victorious,

Upon thy foes hath trod;

Behold, oh, earth! the glorious

Salvation of our God.

Benjamin Gough, 186-.

461 Herold. 7s.

(1039) Christian Ministers.

Soldiers of the cross! arise;

Gird you with your armor bright;

Mighty are your enemies,

Hard the battle ye must fight.

2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,

Soothe the troubled, banish grief;

With the Spirit's sword arrayed,

Scatter sin and unbelief.

3 Be the banner still unfurled,

Bear it bravely still abroad,

Till the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdoms of the Lord.

William Walsham How, 1854.

462 All Hallows. C.M.

(983) In the Strength of Jesus.

With thine own pity, Savior, see

The thronged and darkening way!

We go to win the lost to thee,

Oh, help us, Lord, we pray!

2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand

Against hell's marshalled powers;

And heart to heart, and hand to hand,

To make thine honor ours.

3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak,

Of thy sweet love to tell;

Till they who wander far shall seek

And find and serve thee well.

4 O'er all the world thy Spirit send,

And make thy goodness known,

Till earth and heaven together blend

Their praises at thy throne.

Ray Palmer.

463 All Hallows. C.M.

Zeal for Souls.--John 4:35.

Oh! still in accents sweet and strong

Sounds forth the ancient word,--

"More reapers for white harvest fields,

More laborers for the Lord!"

2 We hear the call; in dreams no more

In selfish ease we lie,

But girded for our Father's work,

Go forth beneath his sky.

3 Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood,

And prayers of saints were sown,

We, to their labors entering in,

Would reap where they have strown.

S. Longfellow.

464 Welton. L.M.

(1006) A 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 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart,

Firmness with meekness from above,

To bear thy people on our heart,

And love the souls whom thou dost love;

3 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.

4 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.

James Montgomery, 1825.

465 Welton. L.M.

(1011) An Ordination Service.

The solemn service now is done.

The vow is pledged, the toil begun;

Seal thou, O God! the oath above,

And ratify the pledge of love.

2 The shepherd of thy people bless;

Gird him with thine own holiness;

In duty may his pleasure be

His glory in his zeal for thee.

3 Here let the ardent prayer arise,

Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies.

The tear of penitence be shed,

And myriads to the Savior led.

4 Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell;

The mists of earth and sin dispel;

Blest Savior! thine own rights maintain:

Supreme in every bosom reign.

Samuel F. Smith, 1843.

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