1 What contradictions meet
In ministers employ!
It is a bitter sweet
A sorrow full of joy:
No other post affords a place
For equal honor, or disgrace!
2 Who can describe the pain
Which faithful preachers feel;
Constrained to speak, in vain,
To hearts as hard as steel?
Or who can tell the pleasures felt,
When stubborn hearts begin to melt?
3 The Savior’s dying love,
The soul’s amazing worth,
Their utmost efforts move,
And draw their bowels forth:
They pray and strive, their rest departs,
Till Christ be formed in sinners hearts.
4 If some small hope appear,
They still are not content;
But with a jealous fear,
They watch for the event;
Too oft they find their hopes deceived,
Then, how their inmost souls are grieved!
5 But when their pain succeed,
And from the tender blade
The ripening ears proceed,
Their toils are overpaid:
No harvest joy can equal theirs,
To find the fruit of all their cares.
6 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.
The Christian’s duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791