Showers, the thirsty land refreshing ;
Let some droppings fall on me,

Even me. 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father! Sinful though

my heart may be ; Thou mightst leave me, but the rather Let Thy mercy light on me,

Even me. 3 Pass me

O tender Saviour !
Let me love and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favour;
When Thou comest, call for me,

Even me. 4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit !

Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of power to me,

Even me. 5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,

Long been slighting, grieving Thee ?
Has the world my heart been keeping ?
Oh! forgive and rescue me,

Even me. 6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,

Blood of Christ, so rich and free,
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,
Magnify them all in me,

Even me. 7 Pass me not, this lost one bringing,

Satan's slave, Thy child shall be,
All my heart to Thee is springing;
Blessing others, oh! bless me,

Even me.

1213 I say unto you, the fields are white already to

harvest.-John 4. 35. ORD of the living harvest,


Where angels soon shall gather

Their sheaves of golden grain;
Accept these hands to labour,

These hearts to trust and love,
And deign, O Lord, to hasten

Thy Kingdom from above.
2 As labourers in Thy vineyard,

Send us out, Christ, to be
Content to bear the burden

Of weary days for Thee;
We ask no other wages,

When Thou shalt call us home,
But to have shared Thy travail

And see Thy Kingdom come.
3 Come down, Thou Holy Spirit,

And fill our souls with light;
Clothe us in spotless raiment,

In linen clean and white;
Within Thy sacred temple

Be with us, where we stand,
And sanctify Thy people

Throughout this happy land.
4 Be with us, God the Father ;

Be with us, God the Son;
And God, the Holy Spirit;

O blessed Three in One!
Make us a royal priesthood,

Thee rightly to adore,
And fill us with Thy fulness,
Now, and for evermore.
J. S. B. MONSELL. 1866,

A great 1214

door and effectual is opened.

1 Cor. 16. 9.

Who scatters abroad,
Throughout every place,
By the means of His servants, His savour of
Who the victory gave,

[grace; The praise let Him have,

For the work He has done;
All honour and glory to Jesus alone !
2 Our conquering Lord

Has prospered His word,

Has made it prevail,
And mightily shaken the kingdom of hell;

His arm He has bared,
And a people prepared

His glory to show, And witness the power of His passion below. 3 And shall we not sing

Our Saviour and King ?

Thy witnesses, we
With rapture ascribe our salvation to Thee.

Thou, Jesus, hast blessed,
And believers increased,

Who thankfully own
They are freely forgiven through mércy alone.

C. WESLEY. 1782.


1215 That the Word of the Lord may have free

course, and be glorified.—2 Thess. 3. 1.
1 SEE how great a flame aspires,

Kindled by a spark of grace!
Jesus' love the nation fires,
Sets the kingdoms on a blaze;

To bring fire on earth He came,
Kindled in some hearts it is,
O that all might catch the flame,

All partake the glorious bliss !
2 When He first the work begun,

Small and feeble was His day;
Now the word doth swiftly run,
Now it wins its widening way;
More and more it spreads and grows,
Ever mighty to prevail,
Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows,

Shakes the trembling gates of hell.
3 Sons of God, your Saviour praise,

He the door hath opened wide;
He hath given the word of grace,
Jesus' word is glorified ;
Jesus, mighty to redeem,
He alone the work hath wrought;
Worthy is the work of Him,

Him who spake a world from nought.
4 Saw ye not the cloud arise,

Little as a human hand ?
Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land;
Lo! the promise of a shower
Drops already from above;
But the Lord will shortly pour
All the Spirit of His Love!

C. WESLEY. 1758.

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They shall speak of the glory of Thy Kingdom.

Ps. 145. 11.
1 ORD God of our salvation,

Whose love has brought us nigh,
Through His humiliation

Who reigns with Thee on high;

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Behold us as we gather

Adoring at Thy feet,
And with Thy smile, O Father,

Thy children deign to greet. 2 We give Thee thanks and blessing

For Thy surpassing gift,
The heart, its Lord possessing,

What lofty hopes uplift!
Since, saved of every nation,

And kindred, tongue, and tribe,
A countless congregation

Shall grace to Him ascribe.

3 Yet are we sad before Thee,

For dying souls afar,
Who have not seen the glory

Of Jacob's royal Star;
Nor know His wealth of merit,

Who did in death atone,
And, through the eternal Spirit,

Has made His life their own.

4 On, on the moments bear them,

Where deeper shades prevail ;
Our God, wilt Thou prepare them,

The Gospel's light to hail ?
Thyself in Christ revealing,

Reclaim, renew, restore,
Spread wide the wings of healing,

The balm Divine outpour.

*5 Hear Thou the loving voices

That pray, “Thy Kingdom come; In Thee our faith rejoices,

Let not our lips be dumb,

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