341. The Pastor's Wish for his People

1 My brethren from my heart belov'd,
Whose welfare fills my daily care,
My present joy, my future crown,
The word of exhortation hear.

2 Stand fast upon the solid rock
Of the Redeemer's righteousness:
Adorn the gospel with your lives,
And practice what your lips profess.

3 With pleasure meditate the hour,
When he, descending from the skies,
Shall bid your bodies, mean and vile,
In his all-glorious image rise.

4 Glory in his dear, honor'd name,
To him inviolably cleave;
Your all he purchas'd by his blood,
Nor let him less than all receive.

5 Such is your pastor's faithful charge,
Whose soul desires not yours, but you;
O may he, at the Lord's right hand,
Himself and all his people view!

Text Information
First Line: My brethren, from my heart belov'd
Title: The Pastor's Wish for his People
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1845
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Topic: The Church: Pastoral
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