5 His only righteousness I show,— His saving truth proclaim: 'Tis all my business here below, To cry,-Behold the Lamb! 6 Happy, if with my latest breath I may but gasp his name; Preach him to all, and cry in death, Behold, behold the Lamb!
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Success certain.
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ORD, if at thy command The word of life we sow, Water'd by thy almighty hand, The seed shall surely grow: The virtue of thy grace
A large increase shall give,
And multiply the faithful race,
Who to thy glory live.
2 Now, then, the ceaseless shower
Of gospel blessings send,
And let the soul-converting power
Thy ministers attend.
On multitudes confer
The heart-renewing love,
And by the joy of grace prepare
For fuller joys above.
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Labourers in the vineyard of the Lord.
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To diff'rent climes repair; Inseparably join'd in heart The friends of Jesus are. 2 O let us still proceed In Jesus' work below; And, foll'wing our triumphant Head, To further conquests go.
3 The vineyard of the Lord
Before his lab'rers lies;
And lo! we see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies.
4 0 let our heart and mind
Continually ascend,
That haven of repose to find,
Where all our labours end;
5 Where all our toils are o'er,
Our suff'ring and our pain:
Who meet on that eternal shore,
Shall never part again.
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Continued-Labourers rewarded.
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HAPPY, happy place, Where saints and angels meet! There we shall see each other's face, And all our brethren greet.
2 The Church of the first-born,
We shall with them be blest,
And, crown'd with endless joy, return
To our eternal rest.
3 With joy we shall behold,
In yonder blest abode,
The patriarchs and prophets old,
And all the saints of God.
4 Abrah'm and Isaac, there,
And Jacob, shall receive
The foll'wers of their faith and prayer,
Who now in bodies live.
5 We shall our time beneath
Live out in cheerful hope,
And fearless pass the vale of death,
And gain the mountain top.
6 To gather home his own,
God shall his angel send,
And bid our bliss, on earth begun,
In deathless triumphs end.
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Founded on a Rock.
W Unrivaled and alone,
WITH stately towers and bulwarks strong,
Loved theme of many a sacred song,-
God's holy city shone.
2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,
The glory of all lands;
Yet fairer, and in strength complete,
The Christian temple stands.
3 The faithful of each clime and age
This glorious Church compose;
Built on a Rock, with idle rage
The threat'ning tempest blows.
4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm,
Thy God is thy defence;
And weak and powerless every arm
Against Omnipotence.
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N thy Church, O Power divine,
face
Till the nations, from afar,
Hail her as their guiding star.
2 Then shall God, with lavish hand,
Scatter blessings o'er the land;
And the world's remotest bound
With the voice of praise resound.
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Glorious and spotless.
ESUS, from whom all blessings flow,
Great Builder of thy Church below;
If now thy Spirit move my breast,
Hear, and fulfil thine own request.
2 The few that truly call thee Lord,
And wait thy sanctifying word,
And thee their utmost Saviour own;-
Unite and perfect them in one.
3 0 let them all thy mind express,
Stand forth thy chosen witnesses;
Thy power unto salvation show,
And perfect holiness below.
4 In them let all mankind behold
How Christians lived in days of old;
Mighty their envious foes to move,—
A proverb of reproach-and love.
5 Call them into thy wondrous light,
Worthy to walk with thee in white:
Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show
Thy glorious, spotless Church below.
6 From every sinful wrinkle free,
Redeem'd from all iniquity,
The fellowship of saints make known,
And O, my God, may I be one!
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Continued-Witnesses for Jesus.
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MIGHT
The least of Jesus' witnesses;
O that my Lord would count me meet,
To wash his dear disciples' feet!
my lot be cast with these,
2 This only thing do I require:
Thou know'st 'tis all my heart's desire,
Freely what I receive to give,—
The servant of thy Church to live:-
3 After my lowly Lord to go,
And wait upon thy saints below;
Enjoy the grace to angels given,
And serve the royal heirs of heaven.
4 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel,
And ask according to thy will,
Confirm the prayer, the seal impart,
And speak the answer to my heart.
5 Tell me, or thou shalt never go,-
Thy prayer is heard; it shall be so:
The word hath pass'd thy lips! and I
Shall with thy people live and die.
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The river of life.
YREAT Source of being and of love!
UT Thou wat'rest all the worlds above;
And all the joys which mortals know,
From thine exhaustless fountain flow.
2 A sacred spring, at thy command,
From Zion's mount, in Canaan's land,
Beside thy temple cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid stream around.
3 Close by its banks, in order fair,
The blooming trees of life appear;
Their blossoms fragrant odours give,
And on their fruit the nations live.
4 Flow, wondrous stream! with glory crown'd,
Flow on to earth's remotest bound;
And bear us, on thy gentle wave,
To Him who all thy virtues gave.
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The gates of hell shall not prevail against her.
WHO make the Lord of hosts their tower,
W shall like Mount Zion be,
Immovable by mortal power,
Built on eternity.
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