Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#593

593. Fair Sion's King, we suppliant bow

1 Fair Sion's King, we suppliant bow,
And hail the grace thy church enjoys;
Her holy officers are thine
With all the gifts thy love employs.

2 Up to thy throne we lift our eyes,
For blessings to attend our choice,
Of such whose generous, prudent zeal,
Shall make thy favour'd ways rejoice.

3 Happy in Jesus, their own Lord,
May they his sacred table spread,
The table of their pastor fill,
And fill the holy poor with bread!

4 When pastor, saints, and poor they serve;
May their own hearts with grace be crown'd!
While patience, sympathy, and joy,
Adorn, and through their lives abound.

5 By purest love to Christ, and truth,
O may they win a good degree
Of boldness in the Christian faith,
And meet the smile of thine and thee!

6 And when the work to them assign'd--
The work of love, is fully done,
Call them from serving tables here,
To sit around thy glorious throne.

Text Information

• First Line: Fair Sion's King, we suppliant bow
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: At a Choice of church officers; Kingdom and Church of Christ: For eletion of Church Officers

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