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Cut off and lost their last faint hope
To see thy kingdom here.

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Open their graves, and bring

The outcasts forth, to own

Thou art the Lord, their God and King,

Their true anointed One:

To save the race forlorn
Thy glorious arm display,

And show the world a nation born,
A nation in a day!

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The field of the world.

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I HIGH on his everlasting throne
The King of saints his work surveys,
Marks the dear souls He calls his own,
And smiles on the peculiar race.
He rests well pleased their toil to see:
Beneath his easy yoke they move,
With all their heart and strength agree
In the sweet labour of his love.

2 His eye the world at once looks through,
A vast uncultivated field;

Mountains and vales in ghastly show,
A barren uncouth prospect yield.
Clear'd of the thorns by civil care,
A few less hideous wastes are seen;
Yet still they all continue bare,
And not one spot of earth is green.

3 See where the servants of their God,
A busy multitude, appear,

For Jesus day and night employ'd,

His husbandry they toil to clear.

The love of Christ their hearts constrains,

And strengthens their unwearied hands; They spend their blood, and sweat, and pains, To cultivate Emmanuel's lands.

4 Alarm'd at their successful toil, Satan and his wild spirits rage,

They labour to tear up and spoil
And blast the rising heritage.
In every wilderness, they sow
The seed of death, the carnal mind;
They would not let one virtue grow,
Nor leave one seed of good behind.
5 Yet still the servants of their Lord
Look up and calmly persevere,
Supported by the Master's word,
The adverse powers they scorn to fear;
Gladly their happy work pursue:
The labour of their hands is seen,
Their hands the face of earth renew,
Some spots at least are lively green.
6 To dig the ground they thus bestow
Their lives; from every soften'd clod
They gather out the stones, and sow
The immortal seed the word of God.
They water it with tears and prayers;
They long for the returning word,
Happy, if all their pains and cares
Can bring forth fruit to please their Lord.

7 Jesus their work delighted sees,
Their industry vouchsafes to crown;
He kindly gives the wish'd increase,
And sends the promised blessing down:
The sap of life, the Spirit's powers,
He rains incessant from above;
He all his gracious fulness showers
To perfect their great work of love.

8 O multiply thy sowers' seed,

And fruit we every hour shall bear;
Throughout the world thy gospel spread,
Thy everlasting grace declare:
We all in perfect love renew'd,

Shall know the greatness of thy power,
Stand in the temple of our God
As pillars, and go out no more.

PART FOURTH.

HYMNS

ON

MISCELLANEOUS SUBJECTS.

THE

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

PART IV.

MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS.

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The strife between sin and grace.

1 LONG I strove my God to love,
Long I strove his laws to keep;
Fain would fix my thoughts above,
Mingle with the Saviour's sheep;
But my striving all proved vain,
Still I found my heart in pain;
Yet my vileness never saw,
Till declared accursed by law.
2 Then with sense of guilt oppress'd,
All my soul was sunk in fear;
Grief and anguish fill'd my breast:
Then did Jesus Christ appear;
Not with vengeance in his eyes,
No, but as a sacrifice,
Acceptable unto God;

Glorious offering! precious blood!

3 He was offer'd on the tree,

Jesus the unspotted Lamb;
Worthy truth, great mystery!
By his blood salvation came.

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