MIGDOL.

L. M.

LOWELL MASON.

918

MRS. VOKE.

The time to favor Zion.

1 SOVEREIGN of worlds! display thy power; Be this thy Zion's favored hour;

O bid the morning star arise,

O point the heathen to the skies.

2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns,
In western wilds and eastern plains;
Far let the gospel's sound be known;
Make thou the universe thine own.

3 Speak, and the world shall hear thy voice;
Speak, and the desert shall rejoice:
Dispel the gloom of heathen night;
Bid every nation hail the light.

MRS. VOKE,

919 Christ's all-embracing empire. 1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run;

His kingdom spread from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 From north to south the princes meet,
To pay their homage at his feet;
While western empires own their Lord,
And savage tribes attend his word.

3 To him shall endless prayer be made,
And endless praises crown his head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

4 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

1 ARM of the Lord, awake, awake!
Put on thy strength, the nations shake,
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,
"I am Jehovah, God alone:"

Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.

3 No more let creature blood be spilt,
Vain sacrifice for human guilt!
But to each conscience be applied
The blood that flowed from Jesus' side.
4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim,
In every land, of every name;
Till adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour, Lord of all.
WILLIAM SHRUBSOLE, JR.

ARNHEIM.

L. M.

SAMUEL HOLYOKE.

921

The triumph near.

1 ETERNAL Father, thou hast said,
That Christ all glory shall obtain;
That he who once a sufferer bled
Shall o'er the world a conqueror reign.

2 We wait thy triumph, Saviour King;
Long ages have prepared thy way;
Now all abroad thy banner fling,
Set time's great battle in array.

3 Thy hosts are mustered to the field;
"The Cross! the Cross!" the battle-call;
The old grim towers of darkness yield,
And soon shall totter to their fall.

4 On mountain tops the watch-fires glow, Where scattered wide the watchmen stand;

Voice echoes voice, and onward flow

The joyous shouts from land to land. 5 O fill thy Church with faith and power, Bid her long night of weeping cease; To groaning nations haste the hour

Of life and freedom, light and peace.

6 Come, Spirit, make thy wonders known,
Fulfill the Father's high decree;
Then earth, the might of hell o'erthrown,
Shall keep her last great jubilee.

2 We meet through distant lands to spread The truth for which the martyrs bled; Along the line, to either pole,

The anthem of thy praise to roll.

3 Our prayers assist; accept our praise;
Our hopes revive; our courage raise;
Our counsels aid; to each impart
The single eye, the faithful heart.

4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come;
Recall the wandering spirits home;
From Zion's mount send forth the sound,
To spread the spacious earth around.

923

WILLIAM B. COLLYER.

The latter-day glory.

1 BEHOLD, the heathen waits to know
The joy the gospel will bestow;
The exiled captive, to receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.

2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart,
In this blest labor share a part;
Our prayers and offerings gladly bring
To aid the triumphs of our King.

3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise
That we have seen these latter days,
When our Redeemer shall be known
Where Satan long hath held his throne.

4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies
Sweet incense to his name shall rise;
And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew,
By sovereign grace be formed anew.

MRS. VOKR

PROMISE.

L. M.

FRANÇOIS HIPPolyte BartheLEMON.

924

For Jews and Gentiles.

1 HEAD of the Church, whose Spirit fills And flows through every faithful soul, Unites in mystic love, and seals

Them one, and sanctifies the whole;

2 "Come, Lord," thy glorious Spirit cries,
And souls beneath the altar groan;
"Come, Lord," the bride on earth replies,
"And perfect all our souls in one.'
3 Pour out the promised gift on all;
Answer the universal "Come!"
The fullness of the Gentiles call,
And take thine ancient people home.

4 To thee let all the nations flow;
Let all obey the gospel word;
Let all their bleeding Saviour know,
Filled with the glory of the Lord.
5 0 for thy truth and mercy's sake
The purchase of thy passion claim;
Thine heritage, the Gentiles, take,
And cause the world to know thy name.

CHARLES WESLEY.

925 Light for those who sit in darkness.

1 THOUGH now the nations sit beneath
The darkness of o'erspreading death,
God will arise with light divine,
On Zion's holy towers to shine.

2 That light shall shine on distant lands,
And wandering tribes, in joyful bands,
Shall come, thy glory, Lord, to see,
And in thy courts to worship thee.

1 COMFORT, ye ministers of grace, Comfort the people of your Lord; O lift ye up the fallen race,

And cheer them by the gospel word.

2 Go into every nation, go;

Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry,-
Glad tidings unto all we show:
Jerusalem, thy God is nigh.

3 Hark! in the wilderness a cry,
A voice that loudly calls,-Prepare!
Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh,
And waits to make his entrance there.

4 The Lord your God shall quickly come; Sinners, repent, the call obey:

Open your hearts to make him room;

Ye desert souls, prepare the way.

5 The Lord shall clear his way through all;
Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain;
The vale shall rise, the mountain fall,
Crooked be straight, and rugged plain.

6 The glory of the Lord displayed
Shall all mankind together view;
And what his mouth in truth hath said,
His own almighty hand shall do.

CHARLES WESLEY.

APPLETON.

L. M.

WILLIAM BOYCE.

927 Souls perishing for lack of knowledge.

1 SHEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye
The thousands of our Israel see;
To thee in their behalf we cry,

Ourselves but newly found in thee.

2 See where o'er desert wastes they err,
And neither food nor feeder have,
Nor fold, nor place of refuge near,
For no man cares their souls to save.

3 Thy people, Lord, are sold for naught,
Nor know they their Redeemer nigh;
They perish, whom thyself hast bought;
Their souls for lack of knowledge die.

4 The ptt its mouth hath opened wide,
To swallow up its careless prey:
Why should they die, when thou hast died,
Hast died to bear their sins away?

5 Why should the foe thy purchase seize?
Remember, Lord, thy dying groans:
The meed of all thy sufferings these;
O claim them for thy ransomed ones!

CHARLES WESLEY.

928 The Saviour's coming awaited.
1 JESUS, thy Church, with longing eyes,
For thine expected coming waits:
When will the promised light arise,
And glory beam on Zion's gates?

2 E'en now, when tempests round us fall,
And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall,
And deem that our redemption's nigh.

1 Look from thy sphere of endless day,
O God of mercy and of might!
In pity look on those who stray,
Benighted, in this land of light.

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,
In crowded mart, by stream or sea,
How many of the sons of men

Hear not the message sent from thee!
3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord, to call
The thoughtless young, the hardened old,
A scattered, homeless flock, till all

Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.

4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak,

And bind and heal the broken heart.

MISSIONARY HYMN.

LOWELL MASON.

930

Missionary hymn.

1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile?
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high,

Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole:
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

REGINALD HEBER

931 Departing missionaries.

1 ROLL on, thou mighty ocean!
And, as thy billows flow,
Bear messengers of mercy
To every land below.

Arise, ye gales, and waft them

Safe to the destined shore;

That man may sit in darkness,

And death's black shade, no more.

20 thou eternal Ruler,

Who holdest in thine arm

The tempests of the ocean,

Protect them from all harm!

Thy presence, Lord, be with them, Wherever they may be;

Though far from us who love them, Still let them be with thee.

JAMES EDMESTON.