6 The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad:
Let every nation now behold
Their Savior and their God.

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LORD of the harvest, hear

Thy needy servants' cry;

Answer our faith's effectual prayer,
And all our wants supply.

2 On Thee we humbly wait,
Our wants are in Thy view:
The harvest, truly, Lord, is great,
The laborers are few.

3 Convert and send forth more Into Thy Church abroad,

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And let them speak Thy Word of power, As workers with their God.

4 Oh, let them spread Thy name,
Their mission fully prove:
Thy universal grace proclaim,
Thine all-redeeming love.

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THOU Who the night in prayer didst spend

And then Thy twelve apostles send;
And bidd'st us pray the harvest's Lord
To send forth sowers of Thy Word,
Hear, and Thy chosen servants bless
With seven-fold gifts of holiness.

2 Oh, may Thy pastors faithful be, Not laboring for themselves, but Thee; Give grace to feed with wholesome food;

To tend Thy flock, and thus to prove
How dearly they the Shepherd love!

3 Oh, may Thy people faithful be,
And in Thy pastors honor Thee,
And with them work, and for them pray,
And gladly Thee in them obey;
Receive the prophet of the Lord,
And gain the prophet's own reward!

4 So may we, when our work is done,
Together stand before the throne;
And joyful hearts and voices raise
In one united song of praise,
With all the bright celestial host,
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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BOW down Thine ear, almighty Lord,
And hear Thy Church's suppliant cry
For all who preach Thy saving Word,
And wait upon Thy ministry.

2 In mercy, Father, now give heed,

And pour Thy quickening Spirit's breath

On those whom Thou dost call to feed Thy flock redeemed by Jesus' death.

3 O Savior, from Thy piercèd hand

Shed o'er them all Thy gifts divine: That those who in Thy presence stand May do Thy will with love like Thine.

4 Blest Spirit, in their hearts abide,

And give them grace to watch and pray;

That as they seek Thy flock to guide, Themselves may keep the narrow way. 5 O God, Thy strength and mercy send

To shield them in their strife with sin; Grant them, enduring to the end, The crown of life at last to win.

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CROSS AND COMFORT

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WHATE'ER God will, let that be done;
His will is ever wisest;

His grace will all thy hope outrun
Who to that faith arisest.

The gracious Lord Will help afford,
He chastens with forbearing;
Who God believes, And to Him cleaves,
Shall not be left despairing.

2 My God is my sure Confidence,
My Hope and my Existence;
His counsel is beyond my sense,
Yet I'll not make resistance.
His Word declares The very hairs
Upon my head are numbered;
His mercy large Holds me in charge,
With care that never slumbered.

3 The time has come when, at His will,
My life in this world ceases;

I think upon it, and am still,
Let come whate'er He pleases.
To Him I trust My soul, my dust,
When flesh and spirit sever,

The Christ we sing Has plucked the

4 Yet one thing, Lord, I ask of Thee,
O grant my supplication:
When Satan sorely tempteth me,
Save me from desperation.

O God my Lord, True to Thy Word,
Do Thou my soul deliver!

Who doth believe, He shall receive.
Thy name be praised forever!

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IN Thee, Lord, have I put my trust,
Leave me not helpless in the dust,

Let me not be confounded;
Let in Thy Word My faith, O Lord,
Be always firmly grounded.

2 Bow down Thy gracious ear to me, And hear my prayers, Lord, speedily, O grant me Thy protection;

For woes and fear Surround me here;
Help me in my affliction.

3 My God and shield, now let Thy power Be unto me a mighty tower,

Whence bravely I defend me Against the foes That round me close; O Lord, assistance lend me!

4 Thy Word hath said, Thou art my rock,
The fortress than can fear no shock,
My help, my life, my treasure;
Howe'er distress And dangers press,
All must perform Thy pleasure.

5 The world for me has falsely set Full many a secret snare and net,

Dark lies and sore temptations;

Lord, hear my prayers, And break these

snares

And hellish machinations.

6 With Thee, Lord, would I cast my lot; My God, my God, forsake me not,

For, Lord, I am commending

My soul to thee; Deliver me

Now and when life is ending.

7 All honor, praise, and majesty To Father, Son, and Spirit be, Our God forever glorious,

In whose rich grace We'll run our race, Till we depart victorious.

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LORD, it belongs not to my care,
Whether I die or live;

To love and serve Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.

2 If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?

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3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before;

He that into God's kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.

4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet

Thy blessed face to see;

For if Thy work on earth is sweet,

What will Thy glory be?