For the Same

Yet hear us, for the labourers hear.
And speed, O God, the gospel plough:

Bless'd with a never ceasing fear,
To Thee let all their spirits bow,
And own, while humbled in the dust,
God only wise, and strong, and just.

O may they never seek their own,
Or trust, or in themselves delight,
Let each despise himself alone,
Less than the least in his own sight,
Not worthy to declare Thy word,
Or serve the servants of his Lord.

While to the work their lives they give.
Thy love of solitude inspire:
Nightly let Thy disciples leave
The crowd, and to the mount retire,
Secretly call'd to rest apart.
And talk with Jesus in their heart
Stir up the souls by them begot
Ceaseless in their behalf to cry,
And keep them, that they perish not,
Thine all-suflficient grace supply.
Preserve from tAvice ten thousand snares,
And give them to their children's prayers.