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JE
ESUS died for us, and rose again ;

Therefore are our hopes no longer dim :
Therefore know we that to die is gain,

For we sleep in Him.

Therefore father, mother, sister, brother,

Still are ours, for all are still the Lord's :
Wherefore let us comfort one another

With these blessed words,

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TERNAL Father, strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep ;

O hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea !
O Christ, Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its

rage

didst sleep; O hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea !
O Holy Spirit, Who didst brood
Upon the waters dark and rude,
And bid their angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace ;

O hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea !
O Trinity of Love and Power,
Our brethren shield in danger's hour ;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go :

Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

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SOLDT
OLDIERS of the Cross, arise,
you
with

your armour bright: Mighty are your enemies,

Hard the battle ye must fight.
Mid the homes of want and woe,

Strangers to the living Word,
Let the Saviour's herald go,

Let the voice of hope be heard.
Where the shadows deepest lie,

Carry truth's unsullied ray ;
Where are crimes of blackest dye

There the saving sign display.
To the weary and the worn

Tell of realms where sorrows cease ;
To the outcast and forlorn

Speak of mercy and of peace.
Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,

Comfort troubles, banish grief;
With the shield of faith arrayed

Quench the darts of unbelief.
Be the banner still unfurled,

Bravely wield the Spirit's sword,
Till the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdom of the Lord !

SOULS

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OULS in heathen darkness lying,

Where no light has broken through, Souls that Jesus bought by dying, Whom His soul in travail knew,

Thousand voices
Call us o'er the waters blue.
Christians, hearken! None has taught them

Of His love so deep and dear;
Of the precious price that bought them,
Of the nail, the thorn, the spear :

Ye who know Him,
Guide them from their darkness drear.
Haste, oh! haste, and spread the tidings

Wide to earth’s remotest strand;
Let no brother's bitter chidings
Rise against us, when we stand

In the judgment,
From some far, forgotten land.
Lo! the hills for harvest whiten

All along each distant shore;
Seaward far the islands brighten;
Light of nations, lead us o'er :

When we seek them,
Let Thy Spirit go before.

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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.
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.
Can
we,

whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny?
Salvation ! O salvation !

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's Name.
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.

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