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Beside all waters sow.
The highway furrows stock;

Drop it where thorns and thistles grow;
Scatter it on the rock.

The good, the fruitful ground,
Expect not here nor there;

O'er hill and dale, by plots tis found,
Go forth then, everywhere.

Thou know'st not which may thrive,
The late or early sown ;

Grace keeps the precious germs alive,
When and wherever strown.

And duly shall appear

In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

Thou canst not toil in vain,

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain,
For garners in the sky.

Thence when the glorious end,
The day of God, is come;

The angel reapers shall descend,
And heaven cry "Harvest Home."

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8.7.4.

Cry aloud, spare not.-Isa. 58, 1. EN of God, go take your stations; Darkness reigns throughout the earth;

1 MEN

Go proclaim among the nations,
Joyful news of heavenly birth;
Bear the tidings

Of the Saviour's matchless worth.
2 Of this gospel not ashamed,
As the power of God to save,
Go, where Christ was never named,
Publish freedom to the slave;
Blessed freedom!

Such as Zion's children have.

3 When exposed to fearful dangers,
Jesus will His own defend;
Borneafar, midst foes and strangers,
Jesus will appear your Friend;
And His presence

Shall be with you to the end.

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684 Preach the gospel to every crea

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ture.-Mark 18, 15.

10, ye messengers of God;
Like the beams of morning, fly!
Take the wonder-working rod;
Lift the Saviour's cross on high.
2 Go to many a tropic isle,
In the bosom of the deep,
Where the skies for ever smile,
And the opprest for ever weep.
3 O'er the negro's night of care
Pour the living light of heaven:
Chase away his wild despair;
Bid him hope to be forgiven.
4 Where the golden gates of day
Open on the gorgeous East,
Wide the wondrous cross display,
Spread the gospel's richest feast.
5 Sound aloud Jehovah's call;
Visit every soil and sea,

Preach the cross of Christ to all,
Christ whose love is full and free.

L.M.

685 In due season we shall reap if we

faint not.-Gal. 6, 9.

1G to nations plunged in shades of

10, Messenger of peace and love,

night;

Like angels, sent from fields above,
Be thine to shed celestial light.

2 Go, to the hungry food impart,

To paths of peace the wanderer guide;
And lead the thirsty panting heart
Where streams of living water glide.
3 On barren rock and desert isle,

Go, bid the Rose of Sharon bloom;
Till arid wastes around Thee smile,
Bright with the dews of morning's
womb!

4 From north to south, from east to west,
Messiah yet shall reign supreme;
His name, by every tongue confest;
His praise, the universal theme.

5 Then faint not in the day of toil, When harvest waits the reaper's hand;

Go, gather in the glorious spoil, And joyous in His presence stand. 6 Thy love a rich reward shall find From Him who sits enthroned on high;

For they who turn the erring mind
Shall shine like stars above the sky.

L.M.

686 Be thou faithful unto death.—Rev.

2, 10.

EAPER! behold the fields are white

1R with the great harvest of the world: Soldier! seek thou the thickest fight, Thy Captain's standard is unfurled. 2 Wise to win souls, exhort, reprove, And watch the flock redeemed by blood;

Warn with Thy tears,-preach in deep love

The gospel of the grace of God.

3 Toil on in the appointed way,

The precious fruit shall soon appear; Work thou thy work whilst it is day! The shadows lengthen,-night is near: 4 And say not that thy hands are weak, Thy heart is faint, thy soul cast down, But press thou on the prize to seek ;Faithful to death,-secure the crown. 5 Soon shalt thou hear the Master's voice,

The welcome cry, Behold, I come!
Within the pearly gates rejoice,
And rest thee in thy heavenly home.

C.M.

687 The Lord thy keeper.—Ps. 121, 5.

1

OUR whence comes all our aid,

UR eyes we lift up to the hills

And say, Jehovah be thy help,

Who heaven and earth hath made!

2 Thou'rt safe indeed! most faithful He ever o'er thee keeps, -And He that keepeth Israel,

Nor slumbereth nor sleeps.

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3 God is thy Keeper, God thy Shade,
Throughout thy pilgrim-way;
Fear neither blighting moon by night,
Nor scorching sun by day.

4 Thy going out and coming in
As days and years shall roll,
The Lord preserve from evil safe!
The Lord preserve thy soul!

L.M.

688 Let them use the office of a deacon,

being found blameless.-1 Tim. 3,10.

1GREAT King of saints! enthroned on

high,

Under Thy care Thy churches live: Thou dost their various wants supply, And well-appointed elders give.

2 For pastors may Thy name be blest, Who teach the doctrines of the Lord: On deacons may Thy favour rest, Chosen according to Thy word.

3 While they their works assigned fulfil, O may their souls with grace be crowned!

And patience, sympathy, and zeal, With meekness, in their lives abound. 4 Sound in the faith, in conscience clear, Ever may they in conduct prove Sober and just, devout, sincere, Guided by wisdom from above."

5 And when their service here is done, Their labours and their conflicts o'er, Then may they wait before Thy throne, In heaven to praise Thee evermore.

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689 We trust that He will yet deliver

us.-2 Cor. 1, 10.

THOU, before whose gracious throne We bow our suppliant spirits down, Thou know'st the anxious cares we feel, And all our trembling lips would tell.

2 With power benign, Thy servant spare,
Nor turn aside Thy people's prayer;
Avert Thy swift descending stroke,
Nor smite the shepherd of the flock.
3 Restore him sinking to the grave,
Stretch out Thine arm, make haste to
save;

Back to our hopes and wishes give,
And bid our friend and father live

Yet, if our supplications fail,

And prayers and tears can nought
prevail,

Be Thou his strength, be Thou his stay,
And guide him safe to endless day.

C.M.

690 Lo, I am with you alway.—Matt.

1

Now

23, 20.

TOW let our mourning hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry;
Why should those eyes be drowned in
grief,

Which view a Saviour nigh?

2 What though the arm of conquering death

Does God's own house invade?

What though the prophet and the priest
Be numbered with the dead?

3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,

The aged, and the young,

The watchful eye in darkness closed, And mute the instructive tongue :4 The eternal Shepherd still survives, New comfort to impart;

His eye still guides us, and His voice
Still animates our heart.

5 Lo, I am with you, saith the Lord,
My church shall safe abide;
For I will ne'er forsake My own,
Whose souls in Me confide.

6 Through every scene of life and death, This promise is our trust;

And this shall be our children's song,
When we are cold in dust.