O, bear the joyful tidings,

GWhich first on Judah's plain

Awoke the wondering shepherds
To praise Messiah's name.
Exalt the King of glory,

Who left His throne on high,
And came on earth a ransom,
For guilty man to die.

Go, sound the Gospel-trumpet,
Beyond the rolling sea,
From chains of sin and darkness,
To set the captive free.

2 Go, in your Master's vineyard,
And labour, heart and hand,
The Word of life eternal

Proclaim to every land,—
The sweet and precious promise,
To all who will believe,
Free grace and full salvation,
For all who will receive.
Go, sound, &c.

3 Go, tell the broken spirit,
That vainly sighs for rest,
There is a home in glory,
A home for ever blest.
Go, bring the lost to Jesus,
His tender love to share,

Go forth to every nation,
For precious souls are there.
Go, sound, &c.

4 Haste on your work of mercy,
The heavenly call obey,

Go in the strength of Jesus,
The true and living way;
Go, like the old disciples,
And tread the path they trod,
Your duty lies before you,
Go-leave the rest to God.
Go, sound, &c.

761

F. J. CROSBY.*

Go, messenger of peace and love,

L.M.

To nations plunged in shades of
night:

Like angels sent from fields above,
Be thine to shed celestial light.

2 On barren rock and desert isle,

Go, bid the Rose of Sharon bloom, Till arid wastes around thee smile, Rich as the dews from morning's womb. 3 Go, bid the bright and morning Star From Bethlehem's plains resplendent shine,

And, piercing through the gloom afar, Shed heavenly light and love divine. 4 From north to south, from east to west, Messiah yet shall reign supreme: His name by every tongue confessed; His praise, the universal theme. 5 Then faint not in the day of toil, When harvest waits the reaper's hand: Go, gather in the glorious spoil, And joyous in His presence stand.

6 Thy love a rich reward shall find,
From Him who sits enthroned on high;
For they who turn the erring mind
Shall shine like stars above the sky.
A. BALFOUR.

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78.

O, ye messengers of God;
U Like the beams of morning, fly!
Take the wonder-working rod;
Lift the Saviour's cross on high.

2 Go to many a tropic isle,
In the bosom of the deep,
Where the skies for ever smile,
And the opprest for ever weep.
3 O'er the negro's night of care
Pour the living light of heaven:
Chase away his wild despair;
Bid him hope to be forgiven.

4 Where the golden gates of day
Open on the gorgeous East,
Wide the wondrous cross display,
Spread the gospel's richest feast.
5 Sound aloud Jehovah's call:
Visit every soil and sea;

Preach the cross of Christ to all,
Christ whose love is full and free.
J. MARSDEN.

MISSIONS TO THE JEWS.

763 LORD, Thine ancient people see,

78.

Captive still, in darkness bound;
Let Thy gospel set them free,
Let them hear its joyful sound.

2 Still the veil is on their heart,
Rend it, Lord, at length in twain;
Bid their unbelief depart,
Bring them to Thy fold again.
3 Let Thy love their blindness heal,
God of Israel, hear our prayer;
Let Thy grace their pardon seal,
Still Thy covenant let them share.
4 Harp of Judah, long unstrung,
Sound at length the Saviour's praise;
Jew and Gentile, old and young,
Loud the glad hosanna raise.

WAKE, harp of Zion, wake again,
Upon thine ancient hill,

On Jordan's long deserted plain,
By Kedron's lowly rill.

2 The hymn shall yet in Zion swell,
That sounds Messiah's praise,
And Thy loved name, Immanuel,
As once in ancient days.

3 For Israel yet shall own her King; For her salvation waits;

And hill and dale shall sweetly sing, With praise in all her gates.

4 O hasten, Lord, these promised days, When Israel shall rejoice ; And Jew and Gentile join in praise, With one united voice!

Him alone we build; With His true saints alone The courts of heaven are filled; On His great love

Our hopes we place,

Of present grace

And joys above.

2 O! then with hymns of praise
These hallowed courts shall ring;
Our voices we will raise
The Three in One to sing;
And thus proclaim
In joyful song,
Both loud and long,
That glorious Name.

3 Here, gracious God, do Thou
For evermore draw nigh;
Accept each faithful vow,

And mark each suppliant sigh;
In copious shower
On all who pray,
Each holy day,
Thy blessings pour.

4 Here may we gain from heaven
The grace which we implore;
And may that grace, once given,
Be with us evermore;

Until that day,

When all the blest

To endless rest

Are called away.

LATIN HYMN, trans. J. CHANDLER.

Saviour-Son,

With the Holy Spirit, be adored as One; Till the whole creation at Thy footstool

fall,

And in adoration own Thee Lord of all! J. S. B. MONSELL.

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78.

ORD of hosts, to Thee we raise Here a house of prayer and praise: Thou Thy people's hearts prepare, Here to meet for praise and prayer.

2 Let Thy children here be fed
With Thy word, the heavenly bread:
Here, with richest mercy blest,
May the weary soul find rest.

3 Here to Thee a temple stand,
While the sea shall gird the land;
Here reveal Thy mercy sure,
While the sun and moon endure.
4 Hallelujah!-earth and sky
To the joyful sound reply:
Hallelujah!-hence ascend
Prayer and praise till time shall end.

769

J. MONTGOMERY

L.M.

NOT for the things of fleeting time,

Not for the knowledge earth can give,

We raise this building, but for truths That through eternity shall live.

2 Its stones may crumble into dust,
Its place by stranger-feet be trod;
But the high themes within it taught
Shall be immortal like their God.
3 God of all grace and boundless love,
Here bless the word Thyself hast given;
Let thousands here commence the course
That leads to Jesus, peace, and heaven.
4 Here condescend to dwell, and make
This temple Thy peculiar shrine,
And then, while endless ages last,
Be all the praise and glory Thine.

770 THIS

Anon.

L.M.

IS stone to Thee, in faith we lay; We build a temple, Lord, to Thee: Thine eye be open, night and day, To all who here shall bow the knee.

2 Here, when Thy people seek Thy face, And dying sinners pray to live; Hear Thou, in heaven, Thy dwellingplace,

And, when Thou hearest, O forgive! 3 Here, when Thy messengers proclaim The blessed gospel of Thy Son, Still, by the power of His great name, Be mighty signs and wonders done. 4 Hosauna!' to their heavenly King,When children's voices raise that song; Hosanna!' let their angels sing, And heaven with earth the strain prolong.

5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign
Here to abide no transient guest?
Here will the world's Redeemer reign?
And here the Holy Spirit rest?

6 O may Thy glory ne'er depart!

Yet choose not, Lord! this house alone
Thy kingdom come to every heart,
In every bosom fix Thy throne.

J. MONTGOMERY.*

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ARISE, O king of grace, arise,

And enter to Thy rest!

C.M.

Lo, Thy church waits, with longing eyes,
Thus to be owned and blest.

2 Enter with all Thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and Thy word;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.

3 Here, mighty God! accept our vows,
Here let Thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of Thy house,
And fill Thy poor with bread.

4 Here let the Son of David reign; Let God's Anointed shine;

Justice and truth His court maintain, With love and power divine.

YHRIST is made the sure Foundation, Christ the Head, the Corner-stone, Chosen of the Lord, and precious, Binding all the Church in one, Holy Sion's help for ever,

And her confidence alone.

2 All that dedicated city,

3

Dearly loved of God on high,
In exultant jubilation
Pours perpetual melody,
'Holy, Holy, Holy,' singing,
In glad hymns eternally."

To this temple, where we call Thee,
Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day;
With Thy wonted loving-kindness
Hear Thy servants as they pray;
And Thy fullest benediction

Shed within its walls alway.

4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants
What they ask of Thee to gain,
What they gain from Thee for ever
With the blessed to retain.
And hereafter in Thy glory
Evermore with Thee to reign.

COME, King of glory, come,

And with Thy favour crown This temple as Thy dome,

This people as Thy own:

Beneath this roof, O deign to show

How God can dwell with men below.

Here may Thine ears attend

Our interceding cries,

And grateful praise ascend

All fragrant to the skies:

Here may Thy word melodious sound,

And spread celestial joys around!

3

Here may the attentive throng

4

Imbibe Thy truth and love,

And converts join the song

Of seraphim above:

And willing crowds surround Thy

board,

With sacred joy and sweet accord.

Here may our unborn sons

And daughters sound Thy praise; And shine, like polished stones,

Through long succeeding days; Here, Lord, display Thy saving power, While temples stand and men adore. B. FRANCIS.

2 Show us some token of Thy love,

Our faith and hope to raise;
And pour Thy blessings from above,
That we may render praise.

3 Within these walls let holy peace,
And love, and concord, dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.

4 May we in faith receive Thy word,
In faith present our prayers;
And in the presence of our Lord
Unbosom all our cares.

5 And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforced by mighty grace,
Awaken many sinners round
To come and fill the place.

J. NEWTON.*

7.6.

THOU whose hand has brought us
Unto this joyful day,

Accept our glad thanksgiving,

And listen as we pray:

And may our preparation

For this day's service be

With one accord to offer

Ourselves, O Lord, to Thee.

2 For this new house we praise Thee,—

Reared by Thine own command,

For every generous bosom,
And every willing hand;

And now within Thy temple
Thy glory let us see;
For all its strength and beauty
Are nothing without Thee!
3 And oft as here we gather,
And hearts in worship blend,
May truth reveal its power,
And fervent prayer ascend;
Here may the busy toiler

Rise to the things above;

The young-the old-be strengthened, And all men learn Thy love.

4 And as the years roll over,

And strong affections twine,
And tender memories gather
About this sacred shrine,
May this, its chief distinction,-
Its glory ever be,
That multitudes within it

Have found their way to Thee.
5 Lord God! our fathers' helper,-
Our joy and hope and stay,
Grant now a gracious earnest
Of many a coming day:
Our yearning hearts Thou knowest,
We wait before Thy throne,
O come, and by Thy presence

Make this new house Thine own!
F. W. GOADBY.

2 Oft as in solemn, fervent prayer, And holy adoration here,

Thy saints together join:
Hear Thou on Thy eternal throne.
And send the varied blessings down,
In streams of love divine.

3 Here may the mourner find relief;
A balm for all his inward grief,
When doubts and fear annoy:
Beauty for ashes here bestow;
Garments of praise for heavy woe;
And peace and holy joy.

4 Here may the plants of righteousness,
Deep rooted in the Saviour's grace,
In due succession rise;

Bearing the fruits of faith divine,
And with increasing beauty shine,
Till ripened for the skies.

5 Then in Thy nobler courts above,
High seated on the mount of love,
Where blissful numbers roll,
Praises in loftier strains shall flow;
While pleasures, such as angels know,
Shall swell each raptured soul.

GREAT

sky, With all their boundless realm are Thine, No temple our weak hands can rear Befits Thy majesty divine!

2 Yet O! accept this humble house--Our gift of love, though poor it be,And now on us Thy Spirit breathe, Till every soul is full of Thee!

3 Begin we now with holy joy The glad, sweet round of prayer and praise;

Through Jesus hear our every plea, Through Him accept the songs we raise. 4 Here may Thy pure, sweet gospel soundThe balm of heaven for earthly woeTill souls in sin and sorrow lost, The bliss of full forgiveness know.

5 And when, world-tired, Thy people come
And lift their tear-dimmed eyes to Thee,
O pierced Heart! come Thou to heal;
And be what none beside can be.

6 Thus, Lord, who didst in fire and cloud
Thine Israel's guard and blessing prove,
Make this an Elim's joyful rest,
Beneath the shadow of Thy love!
W. WINSFORD.

778

C. M.

IGHT up this house with glory, Lord; Enter, and claim Thine own; Receive the homage of our souls, Erect Thy temple-throne.

2 We rear no altar-Thou hast died:
We deck no priestly shrine;
What need have we of creature-aid?
The power to save is Thine.