_Little Flock._

Church of the ever-living G.o.d, The Father's gracious choice, Amid the voices of this earth How feeble is thy voice!

2 Not many rich or n.o.ble called, Not many great or wise: They whom G.o.d makes his kings and priests Are poor in human eyes.

3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length; Their feeble days are o'er, No more a handful in the earth, A little flock no more.

H. Bonar, _ab._

435 Laban. S.M.

_Psalm 137._ (914)

I love thy kingdom, Lord!

The house of thine abode, The church our blest Redeemer saved, With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O G.o.d!

Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.

Timothy Dwight, 1800.

436 State Street. S.M.

_A Revival Sought._ (912)

Revive thy work, O Lord!

Thy mighty arm make bare; Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead, And make thy people hear.

2 Revive thy work, O Lord!

Disturb this sleep of death; Quicken the smoldering embers now, By thine almighty breath.

3 Revive thy work, O Lord!

Exalt thy precious name; And, by the Holy Ghost, our love For thee and thine inflame.

4 Revive thy work, O Lord!

And give refreshing showers; The glory shall be all thine own, The blessing, Lord! be ours.

Albert Midlane, 1861.

437 Ware. L.M.

_Christ's Everlasting Kingdom._ (895)

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom spread from sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 From north to south the princes meet, To pay their homage at his feet; While western empires own their Lord, And savage tribes attend his word.

3 To him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise, With every morning sacrifice.

4 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.

5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.

6 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen!

Isaac Watts, 1719.

438 Ware. L.M.

_The Glory of the Church._ (904)

Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Savior's strength.

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy various charms be known; The world thy glories shall confess, Decked in the robes of righteousness.

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall h.e.l.l's insulting host Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.

4 G.o.d, from on high, thy groans will hear; His hand thy ruins shall repair; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

439 Ware. L.M.

_Rev. 11: 15._ (1028)

Soon may the last glad song arise Through all the millions of the skies-- That song of triumph which records That all the earth is now the Lord's!

2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be Obedient, mighty G.o.d, to thee!

And, over land and stream and main, Wave thou the scepter of thy reign!

3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell, Let host to host the triumph tell, That not one rebel heart remains, But over all the Savior reigns!

Mrs. Voke, 1816.

440 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.