Priscilla J. Owens.

460 Dillenburg. 7s & 6s.

The Messenger Welcomed. (928)

How beauteous on the mountains,
  The feet of him that brings,
Like streams from living fountains,
  Good tidings of good things;
That publisheth salvation,
  And jubilee release,
To ev’ry tribe and nation,
  God’s reign of joy and peace.

2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman! 
  And shout from Zion’s towers,
Thy hallelujah chorus—­
  “The victory is ours!”
The Lord shall build up Zion
  In glory and renown,
And Jesus, Judah’s lion,
  Shall wear his rightful crown.

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness;
  Oh, waste Jerusalem! 
Let songs, instead of sadness,
  Thy jubilee proclaim;
The Lord in strength victorious,
  Upon thy foes hath trod;
Behold, oh, earth! the glorious
  Salvation of our God.

     Benjamin Gough, 186-.

461 Herold. 7s.

Christian Ministers. (1039)

Soldiers of the cross! arise;
  Gird you with your armor bright;
Mighty are your enemies,
  Hard the battle ye must fight.

2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,
  Soothe the troubled, banish grief;
With the Spirit’s sword arrayed,
  Scatter sin and unbelief.

3 Be the banner still unfurled,
  Bear it bravely still abroad,
Till the kingdoms of the world
  Are the kingdoms of the Lord.

     William Walsham How, 1854.

462 All Hallows.  C.M.

In the Strength of Jesus. (983)

With thine own pity, Savior, see
  The thronged and darkening way! 
We go to win the lost to thee,
  Oh, help us, Lord, we pray!

2 Thou bid’st us go, with thee to stand
  Against hell’s marshalled powers;
And heart to heart, and hand to hand,
  To make thine honor ours.

3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak,
  Of thy sweet love to tell;
Till they who wander far shall seek
  And find and serve thee well.

4 O’er all the world thy Spirit send,
  And make thy goodness known,
Till earth and heaven together blend
  Their praises at thy throne.

     Ray Palmer.

463 All Hallows.  C.M.

Zeal for Souls.—­John 4:35.

Oh! still in accents sweet and strong
  Sounds forth the ancient word,—­
“More reapers for white harvest fields,
  More laborers for the Lord!”

2 We hear the call; in dreams no more
  In selfish ease we lie,
But girded for our Father’s work,
  Go forth beneath his sky.

3 Where prophet’s word, and martyr’s blood,
  And prayers of saints were sown,
We, to their labors entering in,
  Would reap where they have strown.

     S. Longfellow.

464 Welton.  L.M.

A Meeting of Ministers. (1006)