Christian Worship At An Annual Convention.

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.

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.

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.

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.