CCIV. A prayer for Ministers

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
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
Notes: Public Domain.
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