1 Now, Lord, the heavenly seed is sown, Be it thy servants' care Thy heavenly blessing to bring down By humble, fervent prayer. 2 In vain we plant without thine aid, And water, too, in vain: Lord of the harvest, God of grace, Send down thy heavenly rain. 3 Then shall our cheerful hearts and tongues Begin this song divine-- "Thou, Lord, hast given the rich increase, And be the glory thine." 88. L. M. H. Ballou. Dismission. 1 From worship, now, thy church dismiss-- But not without thy blessing, Lord; O grant a taste of heavenly bliss, And seal instruction from thy word. 2 Oft may these pleasant scenes return When we shall meet to worship thee; Oft may our hearts within us burn To hear thy word, thy goodness see. 3 And when these pleasant scenes are past, To thee, our God, O may we come, And meet th' assembled world at last, In Zion, our eternal home. 89. H. M. J. Newton. The Same. 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. 90. H. M. E. Turner. Thanks at the Close of Service. 1 Kind Lord, before thy face Again with joy we bow, For all the gifts and grace Thou dost on us bestow. Our tongues would all thy love proclaim, And chant the honors of thy name. 2 Here, in thine earthly house, Our joyful souls have met; Here paid our solemn vows, And felt our union sweet. For this our tongues thy love proclaim, And chant the honors of thy name. 3 Now may we dwell in peace Till here again we come; And may our love increase Till thou shalt bring us home. Then shall our tongues thy love proclaim, And chant the honors of thy name. 91. 8 & 7s. M. C. Robbins. Close of Worship. Evening. 1 Lo! the day of rest declineth; Gather fast the shades of night-- May the Sun that ever shineth, Fill our souls with heavenly light. 2 Softly now the dew is falling; Peace o'er all the scene is spread;-- On his children meekly calling, Purer influence God will shed. 3 While thine ear of love addressing, Thus our parting hymn we sing, Father, give thine evening blessing; Fold us safe beneath thy wing. 92. C. M. Kippis' Coll. Close of Evening Worship. 1 Soon will our fleeting hours be past; And, as the setting sun Sinks downward in the radiant west, Our parting beams be gone. 2 May He, from whom all blessings flow, Our sacred rites attend, Uniting all in wisdom's ways, Till life's short journey end;