Call to Labor in God's Vineyard. 1 The vineyard of the Lord Before his laborers lies; And, lo! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies. 2 O let us then proceed In God's great work below, And following our triumphant Head, To further conquests go. 3 And let our heart and mind Continually ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labors end. 4 What honor to behold, In that sublime abode, The patriarchs and prophets old, And all the men of God! 5 Then spend our days beneath, Toiling in cheerful hope; And fearless pass the vale of death, And gain the mountain top. 723. L. M. Episcopal Coll. For Laborers in God's Harvest. 1 O Spirit of the living God, In all thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our degenerate race! 2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love, To preach the reconciling word; Give power and unction from above, Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light; Confusion, order, in thy path; Souls without strength inspire with might; Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 4 Convert the nations; far and nigh The triumphs of the cross record; The name of Jesus glorify, Till every people call him Lord. 724. 7s. M. Byrant. A Blessing invoked on Christian Teachers. 1 Mighty One, before whose face, Wisdom had her glorious seat, When the orbs that people space Sprang to birth beneath thy feet; 2 Source of truth, whose rays alone Light the mighty world of mind; God of love, who from thy throne Kindly watchest all mankind; 3 Shed on those, who in thy name Teach the way of truth and right, Shed that love's undying flame, Shed that wisdom's guiding light. 725. L. M. H. Ballou. At an Annual Convention. 1 Dear Lord, behold thy servants, here, From various parts together meet, To tell their labors through the year, And lay the harvest at thy feet. 2 The reapers cry, "Thy fields are white, All ready to be gathered in, And harvests wave in changing light, Far as the eye can trace the scene." 3 Lord, bless us while we here remain; With holy love our bosoms fill; O may thy doctrine drop like rain, And like the silent dew distil. 4 While we attend thy churches' care O grant us wisdom from above; With prudent thought and humble prayer, May we fulfil the works of love. 726. L. M. Hymns of Zion. The Same. 1 Brethren, beloved for Jesus' sake, A hearty welcome here receive; May we together now partake The joys which he alone can give.