Again in thy Redeemer trust;
He calls thee from the dead.
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.
5 Thus, though the universe shall burn,
And God his works destroy,
With songs thy ransomed shall return,
And everlasting joy.
HYMN 594. L. M. [250]
SHOUT, for the great Redeemer reigns,
Through distant lands his triumphs spread:
Sinners, now freed from Satan's chains,
Own him their Saviour and their head.
2 O, may his conquests still increase;
Let every foe his power subdue!
While angels celebrate his praise!
Saints shall his rising glories show.
3 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above;
In lofty songs exalt his name,
In songs as lasting as his love.
HYMN 595. L. M. [260]
ASSEMBLED at thy great command,
Before thy face, dread King! we stand!
The voice that marshalled every star,
Has called thy people from afar.
2 We meet through distant lands to spread The truth for which the martyrs bled; Along the line-to either pole
The thunder 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 fearful 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.
HYMN 596. L. M. [261]
YE Christian heralds, go, proclaim
Salvation in Immanuel's name;
To distant climes the tidings bear,
And plant the rose of Sharon there.
2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire-
With holy zeal your hearts inspire;
Bid raging winds their fury cease,
And calm the savage breast to peace.
3 And when our labors all are o'er,
Then shall we meet to part no more;
Meet with the blood-bought throng to fall,
And crown our Jesus-Lord of all.
HYMN 597. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
The Missionary's Farewell.
YES my native land, I love thee:
All thy scenes, I love them well;
Friends, connections, happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
2 Home, thy joys are passing lovely—
Joys no stranger heart can tell;
Happy home, indeed I love thee:
Can I, can I say, "Farewell?”
Can I leave thee,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,
Can I say at last farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
4 Yes, I hasten from you gladly—
From the scenes I loved so well:
Far away ye billows, bear me :
Lovely, native land, farewell:
Pleased I leave thee,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
5 In the deserts let me labor:
On the mountains let me tell
How he died-the blessed Saviour-
To redeem a world from hell:
Let me hasten,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean;
Let the winds my canvass swell:
Heaves my heart with warm emotion
While I go far hence to dwell:
Glad I bid thee
Native land, farewell, farewell.
HYMN 598. 7s, & 8s. [393]
O 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, Thro' 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.
HYMN 599. 8s, 7s, & 4s. [394]
O'ER the realms of pagan darkness
Let the eye of pity gaze;
See the kindreds of the people
Lost in sin's bewildering maze;
Darkness brooding
O'er the face of all the earth.
2 Light of them that sit in darkness,
Rise and shine; thy blessing bring;
Light to lighten all the Gentiles,
Rise with healing in thy wing:
To thy brightness
Let all kings and nations come.
3 May the heathen, now adoring
Idol Gods of wood and stone,
Come, and worshipping before him,
Serve the living God alone:
Let thy glory
Fill the earth as floods the sea.
4 Thou, to whom all power is given, Speak the word; at thy command, Let the company of heralds
Spread thy name from land to land;
Lord, be with them, Alway to the end of time.
HYMN 600. L. M. [395]
GO, messenger of peace and love,
To people 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,
And bear to heaven a sweet perfume.
3 Go to the hungry-food impart;
To paths of peace the wanderer guide,
And lead the thirsty, panting heart
Where streams of living water glide. 4 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. 5 O, faint not in the day of toil,
When harvest waits the reapers 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.
HYMN 601. 7s. [396]
GO, ye messengers of God;
Like the beams of morning fly;
Take the wonder-working rod;
Wave the banner-cross on high.
2 Go to many a tropic isle,
In the bosom of the deep,
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