3 So shall his favored Zion live:
In vain confed'rate nations strive
Her sacred turrets to destroy ;
Her Sov'reign sits enthroned above,
And endless power and endless love
Ensure her safety and her joy.

315.

C. M.

Restoration of Israel.

1 DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust:

He calls thee from the dead.

MONTGOMERY.

2 Awake, awake; put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array ;

The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;

Say to the south, "Give up thy charge,
And keep not back, O north!"

4 They come, they come ;-thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam,

Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

1 O, WHO shall see the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend the veil away
That hides the nations now!

MOORE,

When earth no more beneath the fear

Of his rebuke shall lie,
When pain shall cease, and

every tear
Be wiped from every eye!

2 Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn
Beneath the heathen's chain;

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Thy days of splendor shall return,
Ånd all be new again.

The fount of life shall then be quaffed
In peace by all who come;

And every wind that blows, shall waft
Some long-lost wand'rer home.

L. M. 61.

Prayer for the Jews.

PRATT'S COLL

1 FATHER of faithful Abraham! hear
Our earnest suit for Abraham's seed:
Justly they claim the fervent prayer
From us, adopted in their stead;
Who mercy, through their fall, obtain,
And Christ, by their rejection, gain.

2 But hast thou finally forsook,

Forever cast thine own away
?

Wilt thou not bid the murderers look

On Him they pierced, and weep and pray?
Yes! gracious Lord, thy word is past-
"All Israel shall be saved at last."

3 Come, then, thou great Deliverer, come!
The veil from Jacob's heart remove :
Receive thine ancient people home,
That, quickened by thy dying love,

In their recovery we may find
Life from the dead for all mankind.

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The Missionary Angel.

S. F. SMITH.

1 ONWARD speed thy conquering flight;
Angel, onward speed;

Cast abroad thy radiant light,

Bid the shades recede;
Tread the idols in the dust,
Heathen fanes destroy,
Spread the gospel's holy trust,
Spread the gospel's joy.

2 Onward speed thy conquering flight;
Angel, onward haste;
Quickly on each mountain's height
Be thy standard placed;

Let thy blissful tidings float
Far o'er vale and hill,

Till the sweetly-echoing note
Every bosom thrill.

3 Onward speed thy conquering flight;

Angel, onward fly :

Long has been the reign of night;

Bring the morning nigh:

'Tis to thee the heathen lift

Their imploring wail;

Bear them Heaven's holy gift,

Ere their courage fail.

4 Onward speed thy conquering flight;
Angel, onward speed;
Morning bursts upon our sight-
"Tis the time decreed :

Jesus now his kingdom takes,
Thrones and empires fall,

And the joyous song awakes,
"God is all in all."

319.

H. M

DODDRIDGE.

The Glory of the Church in the Latter Day. Is. 60: 1.

10 ZION, tune thy voice,

And raise thy hands on high;
Tell all the earth thy joys,
And boast salvation nigh.

Cheerful in God,

Arise and shine,

While rays divine

Stream all abroad.

2 He gilds thy mourning face
With beams that cannot fade;
His all-resplendent grace
He pours around thy head.

The nations round

Thy form shall view,

With lustre new

Divinely crowned.

3 In honor to his name,

Reflect that sacred light,

And loud that grace proclaim,

Which makes thy darkness bright;

Pursue his praise,

In worlds above

Till sovereign love

The glory raise.

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8s. & 7s. M.

URWICK'S COLL

Desiring Christ's Triumph.

1 0 THOU Sun of glorious splendor,
Shine with healing in thy wing;
Chase away these shades of darkness;
Holy light and comfort bring.

2 Let the heralds of salvation

Round the world with joy proclaim,
"Death and hell are spoiled and vanquished
Through the great Immanuel's name."

3 Take thy power, almighty Saviour;
Claim the nations for thine own;
Reign, thou Lord of life and glory,
Till each heart becomes thy throne.

4 Then the earth, o'erspread with glory,
Decked with heavenly splendor bright,
Shall be made Jehovah's dwelling-
As at first, the Lord's delight.

321.

H. M.

Millennium Hymn.

1 ISLES of the south, awake!
The song of triumph sing;
Let mount, and hill, and vale,
With hallelujahs ring:

Shout, for the idol's overthrown,
And Israel's God is God alone.

2 Wild wastes of Afric, shout!
Your shackled sons are free;
No mother wails her child
'Neath the banana-tree:

BROWN.

No slave-ship dashes on thy shore;
The clank of chains is heard no more.

3 Shout, vales of India, shout!

No funeral fires blaze high;

No idol song rings loud,

As rolls the death-car by :

The banner of the cross now waves

Where Christian heralds made their

4 Shout, hills of Palestine!

Have you forgot the groan,

The spear, the thorn, the cross,
The wine-press trod alone,

The dying prayer that rose from thee,
Thou garden of Gethsemane ?

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