The ministers of Christ. 1 Corinthians 4:1
Father of mercies, bow Thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer;
We plead for those who plead for Thee;
Successful pleaders may they be!
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.
Clothe Thou with energy divine
Their words, and let their words be Thine;
To them Thy sacred truth reveal,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
Teach them aright to sow the seed;
Teach them Thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain,
Nor let them labor, Lord, in vain.
Let thronging multitudes around
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains Thy grace adore,
And feel Thy new-creating power.
Let sinners break their massy chains,
Distressèd souls forget their pains;
And light thro’ distant realms be spread,
Till Zion rears her drooping head.