Text: | A prayer for Ministers |
Author: | Beddome |
1 Father of mercies, bow thine ear
Attentive to our earnest prayer;
We plead for those who plead for thee,
Successful pleaders may they be!
2 How great their work, how vast their charge.
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge,
Their best acquirements are our gain,
We share the blessings they obtain.
3 Clothe them with Energy divine,
Their words, and let their words be thine
To them thy sacred truth reveal,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
4 Teach them to sow the precious seed,
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain,
Souls which will well reward their pain.
5 Let thronging multitudes around,
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains thy grace implore,
And feel thy new-creating power.
6 Let sinners break their massy chains,
Distressed souls forget their pains;
Let light thro' distant realms be spread,
And Zion rear her drooping head.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Father of mercies, bow thine ear |
Title: | A prayer for Ministers |
Author: | Beddome |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | Association or Churches |