The Christian Ministry.

SEE from his field or workshop come, At call of evening bell, The Christian preacher to his home Within a quiet dell.

All pride's vain trappings he eschews, And, clad in plain attire, His heavenly calling he pursues, Desiring souls for hire.

"Ensample to the flock" is he In every Christian grace; In meekness and humility, He fills an elder's place.

He preaches Christ, the crucified, A theme he loves so well, And broken hearts at once decide No longer to rebel.

His labors o'er and conflicts won, He lands on the blest shore; He hears his Lord's applaud, "Well done," And rests for evermore.