A Choice for Deacons.

O ZION'S King, we meekly bow, And hail the grace thy church enjoys; Her holy officers are thine, With all the gifts thy love employs.

Up to thy throne we lift our eyes, For blessings to attend our choice, Of such whose gen'rous, prudent zeal Shall make thy favor'd ways rejoice.

When pastor, saints, and poor they serve, May their own hearts with grace be crown'd While patience, sympathy, and joy Adorn and through their lives abound.

By purest love to Christ and truth, Oh, may they win a good degree Of boldness in the Christian faith, And meet the smile of thine and thee.

And when the work to them assign'd, The work of love, is fully done, Call them from serving tables here, To sit around thy glorious throne.