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Thomas Williams' Coll., cir. 1768.

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Shine, mighty God! on Zi on shine, With beams of heav'nly grace; Re-veal thy

pow'er thro' all our coasts, And show thy smiling face, And show thy smiling face.

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(1232.) 3 Lord! when shall these glad tidings
The spacious earth around,
Till every tribe and every soul,
Shall hear the joyful sound!

1 SHINE, mighty God! on Zion shine
With beams of heavenly grace;
Reveal thy power through all our coasts,
And show thy smiling face.

2 When shall thy name, from shore to shore, Sound all the earth abroad,

And distant nations know and love
Their Saviour and their God?

3 Sing to the Lord. ye distant lands!
Sing loud with solemn voice;
Let every tongue exalt his praise,
And every heart rejoice.

4 Earth shall obey her Maker's will,
And yield a full increase;
Our God will crown his chosen land,
With fruitfulness and peace.

5 God, the Redeemer, scatters round
His choicest favors here,
While the creation's utmost bound
Shall see, adore, and fear.

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1 Go, AND the Saviour's grace proclaim,
Ye favored men of God!
Go, publish, through Immanuel's name,
Salvation bought with blood.

2 He, who has called you to the war,
Will recompense your pains;
Before Messiah's conquering car,
Shall mountains sink to plains.

3 Shrink not, though earth and hell oppose,
But plead your Master's cause;
Assured that e'en your mightiest foes
Shall bow before his cross.

Thomas Morell, 1818.

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(1247.) 3 May the heathen, now adoring

1 O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness,
Cheered by no celestial ray,
Sun of righteousness! arising,
Bring the bright, the glorious day;
Send the gospel,

To the earth's remotest bound.
2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,-
Grant them, Lord! the glorious light;
And, from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night;
And redemption,

Freely purchased, win the day.

3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!
Win and conquer, never cease;
May thy lasting, wide dominions,
Multiply and still increase;
Sway thy sceptre,

Saviour! all the world around.
William Williams, 1772, a.

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Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and, worshiping before him,
Serve the living God alone:
Let thy glory

Fill the earth, as floods the sea.

4 Thou, to whom all power is given!
Speak the word; at thy command,
Let the company of preachers
Spread thy name from land to land:
Lord! be with them,
Alway to the end of time.

638.

Thomas Cotterill, 1819.

Dawning of the latter Day.

1 YES, we trust, the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand; God, the mighty God, is speaking By his word in every land;

Mark his progress! Darkness flies, at his command.

(1251.)

2 While the foe becomes more daring,
While he enters like a flood,
God, the Saviour, is preparing
Means to spread his truth abroad :
Every language

Soon shall tell the love of God.

3 God of Jacob, high and glorious!
Let thy people see thy hand;
Let the gospel be victorious,
Through the world, in every land;
Let the idols

Perish, Lord! at thy command.

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

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The cause of truth maintain; And wide, o'er all the peopled world, Extend her blessed reign.

2 Thou Prince of life! arise,

Nor let thy glory cease;

Far spread the conquests of thy grace, And bless the earth with peace.

3 Thou Holy Ghost! arise;

Expand thy quickening wing,

And o'er a dark and ruined world

Let light and order spring.

4 All on the earth! arise;

To God, the Saviour, sing;

Come, take the kingdom to thyself,
Great King of righteousness!
Horatius Bonar, 1857.

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From shore to shore, from earth to heaven, 3 Stand, then, in his great might,

Let echoing anthems ring!

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With all his strength endued; And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God:

(1259.) 4 That, having all things done,

Bring the long-looked-for day; Oh! why these years of waiting here, These ages of delay?

2 Come, for thy saints still wait;

Daily ascends their sigh;

The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!
Dost thou not hear the cry?

3 Come, and make all things new,
Build up this ruined earth,
Restore our faded paradise,-
Creation's second birth.

And all your conflicts past,

You may o'ercome through Christ alone, And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on ; Wrestle, and fight, and pray;

Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day.

6 Still let the Spirit cry,

In all his soldiers, "Come,"

Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high, And takes the conquerors home.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

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1 OH! PRAISE our God to-day,

His constant mercy bless,

(1263.) 3 The captive to release,
To God the lost to bring,

Whose love hath helped us on our way,
And granted us success.

2 His arm the strength imparts
Our daily toil to bear;

His grace alone inspires our hearts,
Each other's load to share.

3 Oh! happiest work below,

Earnest of joy above,

To sweeten many a cup of woe,
By deeds of holy love!

4 Lord! may it be our choice

This blessed rule to keep, "Rejoice with them that do rejoice, And weep with them that weep.'

5 God of the widow! hear;

Our work of mercy bless;
God of the fatherless! be near,
And grant us good success.
Henry W. Baker, 1852.

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To teach the way of life and peace,
It is a Christ-like thing.

4 And we believe thy word,

Though dim our faith may be :
Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto thee.

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1 THY bounties, gracious Lord!
With gratitude we own;
We bless thy providential grace,
Which showers its blessings down.

2 With joy the people bring

Their offerings round thy throne;
With thankful souls, behold! we pay
A tribute of thine own.

3 Let a Redeemer's blood
Diffuse its virtues wide;
Hallow and cleanse our every gift,
And all our follies hide.

(1264.) 4 Oh! may this sacrifice

To thee, the Lord, ascend,
An odor of a sweet perfume,
Presented by his hand.

5 Well pleased our God shall view
The products of his grace;
And, in a plentiful reward,
Fulfill his promises.

Elizabeth Scott, 1806.

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3 He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief;

His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.

4 To gentle offices of love,

His feet are never slow;

He views, through mercy's melting eye. A brother in a foe.

5 Peace, from the bosom of his God, The Lord to him will give;

And, when he kneels before the throne, His trembling soul shall live.

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Philip Doddridge, 1740.

The good Samaritan.

(1266.)

1 FATHER of mercies! send thy grace,
All-powerful from above,

To form, in our obedient souls,
The image of thy love.

2 Oh! may our sympathizing breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe.

3 When the most helpless sons of grief,
In low distress, are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus looked on dying men,

When throned above the skies;
And midst th' embraces of his God,
He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love, the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground;
And made the richest of his blood
A balm for every wound.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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