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703 1 Ye servants of the Lord,
i The harvest dawn is near, Each in his office wait,
The year delays not long; Observant of His heavenly word,
And he who sows with many a tear, And watchful at His gate.
many a song
2 Sad to his toil he goes, . Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame;
His seed with weeping leaves; Gird up your loins as in His sight,
But he shall come at twilight's close, For awful is His name.
And bring his golden sheaves. 3 Watch! 't is your Lord's command;
704 And while we speak He's near; 1 Thy God, my Saviour-King, Mark the first signal of His hand,
Hath without measure shed And ready all appear.
His Spirit like a joyful oil,
To anoint Thy sacred head. 4 Oh happy servant he,
2 Behold, at Thy right hand In such a posture found ! He shall his Lord with rapture see,
The Gentile church is seen,
Like a fair bride in rich attire, And be with honor crowned.
And princes guard the queen. 702
3 Fair bride, receive His love; i Now living waters flow
Forget thy father's house ; To cheer the humble soul;
Forsake thy gods, thine idol-gods, From sea to sea those waters go,
And pay thy Lord thy vows. And spread from pole to pole.
4 Oh let thy God and King 2 Now righteousness shall spring,
Thy sweetest thoughts employ! And grow on earth again;
Thy children shall His honors sing Jehovah Jesus be our King,
In palaces of joy. And o'er the nations reign!
DOXOLOGY. 3 Jesus shall rule alone,
Praise to the Father be ;
Praise to His Only Son;
While endless ages run.
Till life's last toil is o'er ;
We'll serve Thee evermore.
And heart to heart, and hand to hand,
To make Thine honor ours. CHORUS.-All Thy dear will, etc. 4 With Thine own pity, Saviour, see
The thronged and darkening way! We go to win the lost to Thee,
Oh help us, Lord, we pray! CHORUS. --All Thy dear will, etc. 5 Teach Thou our lips of Thee to speak,
Of Thy sweet love to tell ;
And find and serve Thee well.
And make Thy goodness known,
Their praises at Thy throne.
2 Thy life, Thy death, inspire our song,
Thy Spirit breathes through all ; And here our feet would linger long,
But we obey Thy call. CHORUS.—All Thy dear will, etc. 3 Thou bid'st us go, with Thee to stand
Against hell's marshalled powers ;
4 No more a lily among thorns, I LET Zion's watchmen all awake,
Weary and faint and few; And take the alarm they give;
But countless as the stars of heaven, Now let them, from the mouth of God, Or as the early dew. Their awful charge receive.
5 Then entering the eternal halls, 2 'Tis not a cause of small import
In robes of victory, The pastor's care demands,
That mighty multitude shall keep But what might fill an angel's heart, The joyous jubilee. It filled a Saviour's hands.
6 Unfading palms they bear aloft, 3 They watch for souls for which the Lord
Unfaltering songs they sing, Did heavenly bliss forego ;
Unending festival they keep, For souls which must forever live
In presence of the King. In raptures or in woe. 4 May they that Jesus whom they preach, 708
Their own Redeemer see ; And watch Thou daily o'er their souls, 1 We thank Thee, Lord, for sending here
The publishers of peace : That they may watch for Thee.
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By them declare Thy grace. 1 CHURCH of the ever-living God,
2 So when the harvest-day shall come, The Father's gracious choice,
Sowers, and reapers too, Amid the voices of this earth,
Shall, shouting, enter endless Home, How feeble is thy voice !
And Thee eternal view. 2 A little flock !-so calls He thee Who bought thee with His blood ;
3 That happy morning we desireA little flock, disowned of men,
Oh let it hasten on But owned and loved of God.
When all shall join the angelic choir 3 But the Chief Shepherd comes at
In singing round Thy throne. length;
4 The pastors and the people there Their feeble days are o'er,
Shall Thee in glory see; No more a handful in the earth,
Shall keep the long Sabbatic year, A little flock no more.
The feast of Juilee.
710 1 On the mountain's top appearing, I O'er the realms of pagan darkness Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Let the eye of pity gaze; Welcome news to Zion bearing,
See the kindreds of the people Zion, long in hostile lands:
Lost in sin's bewildering maze; Mourning captive!
Darkness brooding, God Himself will loose thy bands. On the face of all the earth. 2 Has thy night been long and mournful? 2 Light of them who sit in darkness,
Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Rise and shine, Thy blessings bring; Have thy foes been proud and scornful, Light to lighten all the Gentiles, By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Rise with healing in Thy wing: Cease thy mourning;
To Thy brightness Zion still is well beloved.
Let all kings and nations come. 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; 3 May the heathen, now adoring
He Himself appears thy Friend ; Idol-gods of wood and stone, All thy foes shall flee before thee; Come, and worshipping before Him, Here their boasts and triumphs end : Serve the living God alone : Great deliverance
Let Thy glory Zion's King vouchsafes to send.
Fill the earth as floods the sea. 4 Enemies no more shall trouble; 4. Thou, to whom all power is givén, All thy wrongs shall be redrest;
Speak the word! at Thy command For thy shame thou shalt have double, Let the company of preachers In thy Maker's favor blest;
Spread Thy name from land to land:
Lord, be with them
Alway till the end of time.
And took their flight,
Let there be light! 2 Thou, who didst come to bring On Thy redeeming wirg
Healing and sight,-
Let there be light!
Speed forth Thy flight:
Let there be light!
Boundless as ocean's tide,
Let there be light !
Rise and adore :
Vast as His power.
Wide as His fame:
Filled with His name.
Sweet the accord !
the Lord !