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WELCOME TO A PASTOR.
Come to our waiting hearts and homes,
O teacher, sent from Heaven;
To thee, to guide our souls to God,
The highest behest is given.
O teacher, sent from Heaven;
To thee, to guide our souls to God,
The highest behest is given.
Come with the prophet's stern rebuke,
The warning trump to sound;
Come, point us to the Rock, wherein
Alone is safety found.
The warning trump to sound;
Come, point us to the Rock, wherein
Alone is safety found.
Come with the words of heavenly grace,
To cheer the fainting soul;
Come with the Spirit's saving power,
To make the wounded whole.
To cheer the fainting soul;
Come with the Spirit's saving power,
To make the wounded whole.
Come with the Shepherd's loving heart,
The tender flock to guide,
To feed in pastures green, and lead
Where living waters glide.
The tender flock to guide,
To feed in pastures green, and lead
Where living waters glide.
Come, for the waving field is ripe,
The sickle waits thy hand,
And bending harvests, far and near,
Around the reaper stand.
The sickle waits thy hand,
And bending harvests, far and near,
Around the reaper stand.
And when the workman, worn with toil,
His finished labor leaves,
He, with rejoicing heart, shall bring
Homeward his glorious sheaves.
His finished labor leaves,
He, with rejoicing heart, shall bring
Homeward his glorious sheaves.
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