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BOOK II. No other post affords a place For equal honour or disgrace I

2 Who can describe the pain Which faithful preachers feel, Constrain d to speak in vain To hearts as hard as steel ? Or who can tell- the pleasures felt When stubborn hearts begin to melt!

3 The Saviour s dying love, The soul s amazing worth, Their utmost efforts move, And draw their bowels forth : They pray and strive, their rest departs, Till Christ be form d in sinners hearts.

4 If some small hope appear, They still are not content ; But, with a jealous fear, They watch for the event : Too oft they find their hopes deceived, Then how their inmost souls are grieved!

5 But when their pains succeed, And from the tender blade The ripening ears proceed, Their toils are overpaid : No harvest joy can equal theirs, To find the fruit of all their cares.

6 On what has now been sown, Thy blessing, Lord, bestow; The power is thine alone, To make it spring and grow : Do thou the gracious harvest raise, And thou alone shalt have the praise.

1 THY message by the preacher seal, And let thy power be known, That every sinner here may feel The word is not his own.