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Wait we till the morn's faint ray
Brightens into perfect day;
Pray we till the shades of night
Fly before thy glorious light.

491

1

Restoration of Israel.

[ERUSALEM, Jerusalem,

My heart is pained for thee

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

I long to see thee free.

C. M. A. (orig.)

2 Thy halcyon days of wealth and praise Have faded from our view;

And thou art left, of all bereft,

To show what God can do.

3 Bright scenes await thy future state;
For Israel's land shall bless
Earth's ruined race with truths of grace,
And Jesus Christ confess.

4 Descend again, on earth to reign,
Almighty Prince of Peace;

Thy promised seed for mercy plead,
And look for their release.

492

1

The outcast Nation. Ps. liii. 6.
H that the Lord's salvation
Wert out of Zion come,
To heal his ancient nation,
To lead his outcasts home.
How long the holy city
Shall heathen feet profane
Return, O Lord, in pity;
Rebuild her walls again.
2 Let fall thy rod of terror;

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Thy saving grace impart,
Roll back the vail of error;
Release the fettered heart.
Let Israel, home returning,
Their lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,
And bind thy church to thee.

493

"I will gather thee." Isa. xliii. 5.

1 DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust

Exalt thy fallen head:

C. M.

Neville.

7. 6. Iambic.

Lyte.

C. M.

Again in thy Redeemer trust,
He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;

The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth:

Say to the south, "Give up thy charge,
And keep not back, O north."

4 They come, they come ;-thy exiled bands,
Where'er they rest or roam,

Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

5 Thus, though the universe shall burn,
And God his works destroy,

With songs thy ransomed shall return,
And everlasting joy.

494

1

Prayer for the Jews.

Montgomery.

H, why should Israel's sons, once bless'd,
Still roam the scorning world around,
Disowned of heaven, by man oppressed,
Outcasts from Zion's hallowed ground?
2 O God of Israel, view their race;

Back to thy fold the wanderers bring;
Teach them to seek thy slighted grace,
To hail in Christ their promised King.
3 The vail of darkness rend in twain,

Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light;
The severed olive-branch again
Back to its parent stock unite.

4 While Judah views his birth-right gone,
With contrite shame his bosom move
The Saviour he denied, to own,

The Lord he crucified, to love.

5 Haste, glorious day, expected long,

L. M.

When Jew and Greek one prayer shall raise, With eager feet one temple throng,

One God with grateful rapture praise.

Bickersteth,

495

1

SEE

The Harvest ready. John iv. 35.
EE the ripened, waving grain
Beckon for the reaper's hand,
Ripe and ready-yet in vain
Comes the sign from foreign land.
2 See yon fair and fruitful field,

Shaken by the whirlwind's breath;
See its wasting harvest yield

To th' unsparing reaper-death.
3 Wherefore named we Jesus' name,
If we shun his work to share?
Who will take the cross, the shame?
Who will for the field prepare?

4 Christian, doubt not, shrink not thou;
God will be thy trust, thy stay;
He the cloud to shade thy brow,
He the light to guide thy way.

496

1

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Go forth and reap.

79.

Mrs. Gray, (orig.)

OOK up, the harvest fields are white,
And bends the ripening grain;

Go forth and reap, lest fall the night,
And day be given in vain.

2 See, India, from her jeweled throne,
Bows down the listening ear,
And her unnumbered thousands own
The dawn of mercy near.

3 A slanting ray of freedom's sun
Has glanced on Afric's shore;
Swiftly and wide the tidings run
That darkness reigns no more.

4 Go forth-the lamp of truth is bright-
And bid its heavenly ray
Dispel the lingering shades of night,
And chase their gloom away.

5 We plant the cross; but, Lord, thy breath
Alone has power to raise,

From the dark silent vale of death,
An army to thy praise.

C. M.

497

1

"The morning cometh." Isa. xxi. 12.

11s.

TAKE, Isles of the South, your redemption is

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near;

No longer repose in the borders of gloom; The strength of his chosen in love will appear, And light shall arise on the verge of the tomb. 2 The billows that girt you, the wild waves that roar, The zephyrs that play where the ocean-storms

cease,

Shall bear the rich freight to your desolate shore,

Shall waft the glad tidings of pardon and peace. 3 On the islands that sit in the regions of night, The lands of despair, to oblivion a prey, The morning will open with healing and light; The bright star of Bethlehem will usher the day. 4 The heathen will hasten to welcome the time,

The day-spring the prophet in vision once saw, When the beams of Messiah shall gladden each clime,

And the isles of the ocean shall wait for his law.
W. B. Tappan.

498

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"Come over and help us."

ARK! what mean those lamentations
Rolling sadly through the sky?

'Tis the cry of heathen nations-
"Come and help us, or we die !

2 Hear the heathens' sad complaining;
Christians, hear their dying cry;
And, the love of Christ constraining,
Haste to help them, ere they die.

499

1

The Missionary.

(OUND, sound the truth abroad,
Bear ye the word of God
Through the wide world;

Tell what our Lord has done,
Tell how the day is won,
And from his lofty throne
Satan is hurled.

8.7.

Cawood.

6. 4.

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500

1

Speed on the wings of love;
Jesus, who reigns above,
Bids us to fly;

They who his message bear,
Should neither doubt nor fear;
He will their friend appear,
He will be nigh.

When on the mighty deep,
He will their spirits keep,
Stayed on his word;
When in a foreign land,
No other friend at hand,
Jesus will by them stand,
Jesus their Lord.

Ye who, forsaking all,
At your loved Master's call,
Comforts resign-

Soon will your work be done,
Soon will the prize be won,
Brighter than yonder sun,
Then shall ye shine.

The Ambassador of the Cross.

1G Like the beams of morning fly; O, ye messengers of God,

Take the wonder-working rod,

Wave the banner-cross on high.

2 Where the lofty minaret

Gleams along the morning skies,
Wave it till the crescent set,
And the "Star of Jacob" rise.

3 Go to many a tropic isle,

In the bosom of the deep,
Where the skies for ever smile,
And th' oppressed for ever weep.

4 O'er the negro's night of care
Pour the living light of heaven;
Chase away the fiend despair,
Bid him hope to be forgiven.

5 Where the golden gates of day
Open on the palmy East,

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