WEBB.

7, 6.

GEORGE JAMES WEBB.

932 The morning light is breaking.

1 THE morning light is breaking;
The darkness disappears;
The sons of earth are waking

To penitential tears;

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.

2 See heathen nations bending
Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above;

While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel call obey,

And seek the Saviour's blessing,
A nation in a day.

8 Blest river of salvation,

Pursue thine onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay:
Stay not till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home:
Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim, The Lord is come!"

935 The watchman's report.
1 WATCHMAN, tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are.
Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height
See that glory-beaming star!
Watchman, does its beauteous ray
Aught of hope or joy foretell?
Traveler, yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.

2 Watchman, tell us of the night;
Higher yet that star ascends.
Traveler, blessedness and light,

Peace and truth, its course portends! Watchman, will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveler, ages are.its own,

See, it bursts o'er all the earth! 3 Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveler, darkness takes its flight;

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wandering cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home! Traveler, lo! the Prince of peace, Lo! the Son of God is come!

Jesus' love the nations fires,

Sets the kingdoms on a blaze.
To bring fire on earth he came;
Kindled in some hearts it is:
O that all might catch the flame,
All partake the glorious bliss!
2 When he first the work begun,
Small and feeble was his day:
Now the word doth swiftly run;

Now it wins its widening way:
More and more it spreads and grows,
Ever mighty to prevail;

Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows,
Shakes the trembling gates of hell.
3 Sons of God, your Saviour praise!
He the door hath opened wide;
He hath given the word of grace;
Jesus' word is glorified.

Jesus, mighty to redeem,

He alone the work hath wrought; Worthy is the work of him,

Him who spake a world from naught. 4 Saw ye not the cloud arise, Little as a human hand? Now it spreads along the skies, Hangs o'er all the thirsty land; Lo! the promise of a shower Drops already from above; But the Lord will shortly pour All the Spirit of his love.

CHARLES WESLEY.

ELTHAM. 7, 61.

FINE.

LOWELL MASON.

937 Christ's universal reign.
1 HASTEN, Lord, the glorious time,
When, beneath Messiah's sway,
Every nation, every clime,

Shall the gospel call obey.

2 Mightiest kings his power shall own; Heathen tribes his name adore; Satan and his host, o'erthrown,

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 3 Then shall wars and tumults cease; Then be banished grief and pain; Righteousness, and joy, and peace, Undisturbed, shall ever reign.

4 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord;
Ever praise his glorious name;
All his mighty acts record,
All his wondrous love proclaim.

HARRIET AUBER.

938 The song of jubilee.
1 HARK! the song of jubilee ;
Loud as mighty thunders roar,
Or the fullness of the sea,

When it breaks upon the shore:
Hallelujah! for the Lord

God omnipotent shall reign; Hallelujah! let the word

Echo round the earth and main. 2 Hallelujah!-hark! the sound, From the center to the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies:

See Jehovah's banner furled,

Sheathed his sword: he speaks-'tis done,

And the kingdoms of this world

Are the kingdoms of his Son.

3 He shall reign from pole to pole
With illimitable sway;
He shall reign, when, like a scroll,
Yonder heavens have passed away:
Then the end ;-beneath his rod,
Man's last enemy shall fall;
Hallelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

939 The banner of the cross. 1 Go, ye messengers of God; Like the beams of morning, fly; 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 forever smile, And the oppressed forever weep. 4 O'er the pagan's night of care Pour the living light of heaven; Chase away his dark despair,

Bid him hope to be forgiven.

5 Where the golden gates of day
Open on the palmy East,
High the bleeding cross display;
Spread the gospel's richest feast.

6 Bear the tidings round the ball,
Visit every soil and sea;
Preach the cross of Christ to all,
Christ, whose love is full and free.

JOSHUA MARSDEN.

D.C.

HAMDEN.

8, 7, 4.

LOWELL MASON.

940 The conquest of the gospel.
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 dominion
Multiply and still increase;
Sway thy scepter,
Saviour, all the world around!

FABEN.

8, 7. D.

JOHN HENRY WILCOX.

943 The Light of the world.

1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come, and, by thyself revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath.
Thou, new heaven and earth's Creator,
In our deepest darkness rise;
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring day upon our eyes.

2 Still we wait for thine appearing;
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor, benighted heart.
Come, and manifest thy favor

To our ruined, guilty race;
Come, thou universal Saviour;

Come, and bring the gospel grace.

3 Save us in thy great compassion,
O thou mild, pacific Prince;
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins:
By thine all-atoning merit,

Every burdened soul release;
Every weary, wandering spirit,

Guide into thy perfect peace.

CHARLES WESLEY.

1 SAVIOUR, sprinkle many nations, Fruitful let thy sorrows be;

By thy pains and consolations,

Draw the Gentiles unto thee:
Of thy cross the wondrous story,
Be it to the nations told;
Let them see thee in thy glory,
And thy mercy manifold.

2 Far and wide, though all unknowing,
Pants for thee each mortal breast;
Human tears for thee are flowing,
Human hearts in thee would rest;
Thirsting, as for dews of even,

As the new-mown grass for rain, Thee they seek, as God of heaven, Thee, as Man for sinners slain.

3 Saviour, lo! the isles are waiting, Stretched the hand, and strained the sight,

For thy Spirit, new creating

Love's pure flame and wisdom's light; Give the word, and of the preacher

Speed the foot, and touch the tongue, Till on earth by every creature Glory to the Lamb be sung.

A. CLEVELAND COXE.