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HYMN 430. L. M.

At the ordination or settlement of a Minister. THUS spake the Saviour, when he sent His ministers to preach his word; They through the world obedient went, And spread the gospel of their Lord. 2. "Go forth, ye heralds, in my name; Bid the whole earth my grace receive; The gospel Jubilee proclaim,

And call them to repent and live. 3. "The joyful news to all impart,

And teach them where salvation lies; Bind up the broken bleeding heart, And wipe the tear from weeping eyes. 4. "Be wise as serpents where you go, But harmless as the peaceful dove; And let your heav'n-taught conduct show, That you're commission'd from above. 5. "Freely from me ye have receiv'd; Freely in love to others give: Thus shall your doctrines be believ'd, And by your labour sinners live." › 6. Happy those servants of the Lord, Who thus their Master's will obey! How rich, how full is their reward, Reserv'd until the final day!

HYMN 481. L. M.

1. GREAT Lord of angels! we adore

The grace that builds thy courts below; And 'midst ten thousand sons of light, Stoops to regard what mortals do! 2. Amidst the wastes of time and death, Successive pastors thou dost raise, Thy kingdom and thy truth to spread, And form a people for thy praise. 3. At length, dismiss'd from feeble clay, Thy servants join th' angelic band, With them through distant worlds they fly, With them before thy presence stand.

4. O blest employment! glorious hope!
Sweet lenitive of grief and care!
When shall we reach those radiant courts,
And all their joys and honours share?
5. Yet while these labours we pursue,
Tho' distant from thy heav'nly throne,
Give us a zeal and love like theirs,

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And half their heav'n shall here be known.
HYMN 432. L. M.

On the dangerous sickness of a Minister.
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. Avert thy desolating stroke,

Nor smite the shepherd of the flock;
Restore him, sinking to the grave;
Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save.
3. But if our supplications fail,

And pray'rs and tears cannot prevail :
Be thou his strength, be thou his stay;
Support him through the gloomy way.
4. Around him may thy angels stand,
Waiting the signal of thy hand,
To bid his happy spirit rise,
And bear him to their native skies.
HYMN 483. c. M.

For a vacant congregation on the death of its Minist 1. NOW let our drooping hearts revive,

And let our tears be dry:

Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief,
Which view a Saviour nigh?

2. Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,
The aged and the young;

The watchful eye in darkness clos'd,
And mute th' instructive tongue :

3. Th' eternal shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart.

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

4. The pow'rs of nature, Lord! are thine,
And thine the aids of grace.

Thine arm has borne thy churches up,
Through ev'ry rising race.

5. Exert thy sacred influ❜nce here;
Thy mourning servants bless.
O change to strains of cheerful praise
Their accents of distress.

6. SICKNESS AND RECOVERY.

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HYMN 434. c. M.

CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord!

And thy deliv'rance send.

My soul for thy salvation faints;
When will my troubles end?
2. Yet I have found, 'tis good for me
To bear my Father's rod :
Afflictions make me learn thy law,
And live upon my God.

3. This is the comfort I enjoy,
When new distress begins;
I read thy word, run thy ways,
And hate my former sins.

4. Had not thy word been my delight,
When earthly joys were fled;
My soul oppress'd with sorrow's weight,
Had sunk amongst the dead.

5. I know, thy judgments, Lord! are right,
Though they may seem severe.
The sharpest suff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care.

HYMN 435. s. M.

1. PEACE, my complaining heart!
Ye busy cares, be still!

Adore the just, the sov'reign Lord,
Nor murmur at his will.

2. "Tis wisdom guides his hand;
Nor dares my guilty fear,
Amidst the sharpest pains I feel,
Pronounce his hand severe.

3. To soften ev'ry stroke,

Indulgent mercy bends;
And, unrepining when I plead,
His gracious ear attends.

4. Let me reflect with awe,

Whene'er my heart complains: Compar'd with what my sins deserve, How easy are my pains!

5. Yes, Lord, I own thy hand,

Thou just, and wise, and kind!
Be ev'ry anxious thought suppress'd,
And all my soul resign'd.

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HYMN 436. c. M.

ISEASES are thy servants, Lord!
They come at thy command.
I'll not attempt a murm'ring word
Against thy chast'ning hand.

2. I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were:
May I be well prepar'd to go,
When I the summons hear.

3. But if my life be spar'd awhile,
Before my last remove:

Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.

HYMN 437. c. M.

1. MY soul, the awful hour will come, Apace it passeth on,

To bear this body to the tomb,

And thee to scenes unknown.

2. My heart, long lab'ring with its woes, Shall pant and sink away;

And you my eye-lids soon shall close On the last glimm❜ring ray.

3. Whence in that hour shall I receive A cordial for my pain,

When, if earth's monarchs were my friends,
Those friends would weep in vain ?

4. Great King of nature and of grace!
To thee my spirit flies,
And opens all its deep distress
Before thy pitying eyes.

5. All its desires to thee are known,
And ev'ry secret fear;

The meaning of each broken groan
Well-notic'd by thine ear.

6. O fix me by that mighty pow'r,
Which to such love belongs,
Where darkness veils the eyes no more,
And groans are chang'd to songs.

HYMN 488. P. M.

On recovering from disease.

1. HOW vast is the tribute I owe

Of gratitude, homage, and praise, To the giver of all I possess,

The life and the length of my days! 2. When the sorrows I boded were come, I pour'd out my sighs and my tears; And to him, who alone can relieve,

My soul breath'd her vows and her pray❜rs.
3. When my heart throbb'd with pain and alarm,
When paleness my cheek overspread,
When sickness pervaded my frame;

Then my soul on my Maker was stay'd.
4. When death's awful image was nigh,
And no mortal was able to save;
Thou didst brighten the valley of death,
And illumine the gloom of the grave.

5. In mercy thy presence dispels
The shades of calamity's night,
And turns the sad scene of despair
To a morning of joy and delight.