 | [Poems by Smith in] The psalmist : a new collection of hymns for the use of the Baptist churches |  |
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A Blessing sought upon a Pastor.
1
'Tis done—th' important act is done—Heaven, earth, its solemn purport know;
Its fruits, when time its race has run,
Shall through eternal ages flow.
2
The covenants of this sacred hour,Great Shepherd of thy people, seal;
Spirit of grace, diffuse thy power,
Our vows accept, thy might reveal.
3
Behold our guide, and deign to crownHis toils, O lamb of God, with love;
His lips inspire; each effort own;
Breathe, dwell within him, heavenly Dove.
4
Behold his charge; what wealth shall dareWith its most priceless worth to vie?
Suns, systems, worlds, how mean they are,
Compared with souls, that cannot die!
5
The sun may set in endless gloom,The planets from their stations flee,
Creation fill oblivion's tomb,
But souls can never cease to be.
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O, when, before the judgment seat,The wicked quake in dread despair,
May we, all reverent at thy feet,
Pastor and flock, find mercy there.
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