3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting,

3 God of Jacob, high and glorious,
Let Thy people see Thy hand;
Let the gospel be victorious,
Through the world in every land;
Let the idols

Perish, Lord, at Thy command.

Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769-1855.) 1809. ab.

1080 "A Light to lighten the Gentiles." Luke ii. 32.

1 O'er the realms of pagan darkness Let the eye of pity gaze;

Love's pure flame and wisdom's light;

For Thy Spirit, new creating

Give the word, and of the preacher

Lost in sin's bewildering maze:

Darkness brooding

On the face of all the earth.

Till on earth by every creature

Glory to the Lamb be sung.

Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe. (1818-) 1851.

Rise and shine, Thy blessings 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 millions 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. Thou to whom all power is given,

Speak the word; at Thy command Let the heralds of Thy mercy Spread Thy name from land to land; Lord, be with them,

Always, to the end of time.

Rev. Thomas Cotterill. (1779-1823.) 1819. alt

ITALIAN HYMN. 6, 4.

Felice Giardini. (1716-1796.) 1760.

1. SOUND, sound the truth

of God Thro' the wide world: e.

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Call to missionary Work.
Is. Iviii. 1.

2 Far over sea and land,

'Tis our Lord's own command,

Bear ye His name;

Bear it to every shore,
Regions unknown explore,
Enter at every door;

Silence is shame.

3 Speed on the wings of love,
Jesus, who reigns above,
Bids us to fly;

They who His message bear
Should neither doubt nor fear,
He will their Friend appear,

He will be nigh.

4 When on the mighty deep,
He will their spirits keep,
Stayed on His word;
When in a foreign land,
No other friend at hand,
Jesus will by them stand,
Jesus, their Lord.

5 Ye who, forsaking all
At your loved Master's call,
Comforts resign;

Soon will your work be done;
Soon will the prize be won;
Brighter than yonder sun
Then shall ye shine.

Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769–1855.) 1820.

I HARK, what mean those lamentations, Rolling sadly through the sky? "T is the cry of heathen nations, "Come and help us, or we die." Lost and helpless and desponding, Wrapt in error's night they lie; To their cries your hearts responding, Haste to help them ere they die. 2 Hark, again those lamentations

Rolling sadly through the sky; Louder cry the heathen nations, "Come and help us, or we die." Hear the heathen's sad complaining; Christians, hear their dying cry; And the love of Christ constraining, Join to help them ere they die.

1 WE are living, we are dwelling,
In a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling;

To be living is sublime.
Hark, the waking up of nations,
Gog and Magog to the fray.
Hark, what soundeth? is creation
Groaning for its latter day?

2 Worlds are charging, heaven beholding,
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now the blazoned cross unfolding,
On, right onward, for the right!
On! let all the soul within you

For the truth's sake go abroad.
Strike, let every nerve and sinew
Tell on ages, tell for God.

Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe. (1818-) 1840