A Song of Praise for a Gospel Ministry

FAir are the Feet which bring the News
Of Gladness unto Me;
What Happy Messengers are these
Which my bless'd Eyes do see!
These are the Stars which God appoints
For Guides unto my Eyes;
To lead me unto Bethlem-Town,
Where my dear Saviour Lies.

These are my Gods Ambassadors,
By whom his Mind I know,
God's Angels in his lower Heav'n,
God's Trumpeters below:
The Trumpet sounds, the Dead arise,
Which fell by Adam's Hand;
Again the Trumpet sounds, and they
Set forth for Canaans Land.

The Servants speak, but thou, Lord, dost
A hearing Ear bestow;
They smite the Rock, but thou, my God,
Dost make the Waters flow:
They shoot the Arrow, but thy Hand
Doth drive the Arrow home;
They call, but, Lord, thou dost Compel,
And then thy Guests are come.

Angels that flie, and Worms that creep,
Are both alike to Thee;
If thou make Worms thine Angels, […]
They bring my God to me
As Sons of Thunder first they […]
And I the Lightning fear,
But then they bring me to my Home,
And Sons of Comfort are.

Lord, thou art in them of a Truth,
That I might never stray;
The Clouds and Pillars march before,
And shew me Canaans way:
I bless my God, who is my Guide;
I sing in Sions ways;
When shall I sing on Sions Hill,
Thine Everlasting Praise?