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HYMN IX. FOR THE SAME.
[Lord of the gospel harvest, send]
Lord of the gospel harvest, send
More labourers forth into Thy field,
More pastors teach Thy flock to tend,
More workmen raise Thy house to build;
His work, and place, to each assign,
And clothe their word with power Divine.
More labourers forth into Thy field,
More pastors teach Thy flock to tend,
More workmen raise Thy house to build;
His work, and place, to each assign,
And clothe their word with power Divine.
But chiefly to Thy mild command
The masters of our Israel bow:
Stars let them shine in Thy right hand
(Eclipsed, alas! and wandering now!)
Who do not yet Thy kingdom see,
But ask, How can the mystery be?
The masters of our Israel bow:
Stars let them shine in Thy right hand
(Eclipsed, alas! and wandering now!)
Who do not yet Thy kingdom see,
But ask, How can the mystery be?
Light of the world, Thy beams impart,
To make Thy witnesses appear;
Thy Spirit shining in the heart
Appoints the gospel minister:
Now, Lord, the gracious wonder show,
An Angel on Thy church bestow.
To make Thy witnesses appear;
Thy Spirit shining in the heart
Appoints the gospel minister:
Now, Lord, the gracious wonder show,
An Angel on Thy church bestow.
Moved by our long continued cry,
Some apostolic father raise,
Our want of labourers to supply,
To' admit the vessels of Thy grace,
To lay on hands, o'erruled by Thine,
And recognise the call Divine.
Some apostolic father raise,
Our want of labourers to supply,
To' admit the vessels of Thy grace,
To lay on hands, o'erruled by Thine,
And recognise the call Divine.
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