A Selection of Hymns ‎#CDXVII

CDXVII. At a choice of deacons

1 Fair Sion's King, we suppliant bow,
And hail the grace thy church enjoys;
Her holiest deacons are thy own,
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 favor'd ways rejoice.

3 Happy in Jesus their own Lord,
May this 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 thro' 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
• Title: At a choice of deacons
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  1 Timothy 3:8-13
• Topic: The Church; Church: Choosing deacons; At a choice of Deacons
• Notes: If this hymn be sung before the choice, then the second line of the second verse may stand thus, "For Wisdom to direct our Choice"

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