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.

F. J. CROSBY.*

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GO, messenger of peace and love,

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.

L.M.

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.

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GO, ye messengers of God;

A. BALFOUR.

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,

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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.

763

LORD

MISSIONS TO THE JEWS,

ORD, Thine ancient people see,
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.

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Hymns for Church and Home.

WHY should Israel's sons, once blessed, Still roam the scorning world around; Disowned of Heaven, by man oppressed, Outcasts from Zion's hallowed ground?

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L.M.

2 O God of Israel, view their race;

Back to Thy fold the wanderers bring, Teach them to seek Thy slighted grace,

To hail in Christ their promised King.

3 The veil of darkness rend in twain
Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light;
The severed olive-branch again

To its own parent stock unite.

4 Haste, glorious day, expected long,

When Jew and Greek one prayer shall raise, With eager feet one temple throng, One God with grateful rapture praise.

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J. JOYCE.

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;

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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!

J. EDMESTON

C.M.

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CHRIST is our corner-stone,

On 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.

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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

4

On all who pray,
Each holy day,

Thy blessings pour.

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.