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.

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Victories of Christ.

GIRD thy sword on, mighty Saviour,
Make the word of truth thy car:
Prosper in thy course, triumphant;
All success attend thy war;
Gracious Victor,
Bring thy trophies from afar.

Majesty combined with meekness,
Righteousness and peace unite
To ensure thy blessed conquests-
Take possession of thy right:
Ride triumphant,

Dressed in robes of purest light.

3 Blest are they that touch thy sceptre!
Blest are all that own thy reign;
Freed from sin-that worst of tyrants-
Rescued from its galling chain;
Saints and angels,

All who know thee, bless thy reign.

HOSANNA to our conquering King!
All hail, incarnate Love!

Ten thousand songs and glories wait
To crown thy head above.

2 Thy victories and thy deathless fame Through all the world shall run,

And everlasting ages sing

The triumphs thou hast won.

JESUS, immortal King, arise!
Assert thy rightful sway,

Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings
And distant lands obey.

2 Ride forth, victorious Conqueror, ride, Till all thy foes submit,

And all the powers of hell resign
Their trophies at thy feet!

3 Send forth thy word-and let it fly
The spacious earth around;
Till every soul beneath the sun
Shall hear the joyful sound!

4 From sea to sea-from shore to shore, May Jesus be adored;

And earth, with all her millions, shout
Hosanna to the Lord!

HAIL, mighty Jesus! how divine

Is thy victorious sword!

The stoutest rebel must resign,
At thy commanding word.

2 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh;
Ride with majestic sway:

Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.

3 And when thy victories are complete,
And all the chosen race

Shall round the throne of mercy meet,
To sing thy conquering grace,-
4 Oh may my humble soul be found
Among that favored band;

And I with them thy praise will sound,
Throughout Immanuel's land.

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Victories of Christ.

SHOUT, for the great Redeemer reigns;
Thro' distant lands his triumphs spread;
Sinners, now freed from Satan's chains,
Own him their Saviour and their head.
2 Oh may his conquests still increase;
Let every foe his power subdue!
While angels celebrate his praise,
Saints shall his growing 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.

RISE, gracious God! and shine
In all thy saving might;
Now prosper every good design
To spread thy glorious light:

2 Oh bring the nations near,
That they may sing thy praise:
Thy word let all the people hear,
And learn thy holy ways:

3 Put forth thy glorious power!
All nations then will see;

And earth present her grateful store,
In converts born to thee.

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Enlargement and Glory of the Church.
ON the mountain's top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands!
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion long in hostile lands.
Mourning captive!·

God himself shall loose thy bands.

2 Lo! thy sun is risen in glory!
God himself appears thy friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasted triumphs end:
Great deliverance

Zion's King will surely send.
3 Enemies no more shall trouble;
All thy wrongs shall be redressed;
For thy shame thou shalt have double,
In thy Maker's favor blest;

All thy conflicts

End in an eternal rest.

O 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 which cannot fade:
His all-resplendent grace

He pours around thy head:

The nations round

Thy form shall view,

3 In honor to his name,

With lustre new

Divinely crowned.

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.

L. M.

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Enlargement and Glory of the Church. TRIUMPHANT Zion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead! Though humbled long-awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength! 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known: Decked in the robes of righteousness, Thy glories shall the world confess. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall hell's insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 4 God, from on high, has heard thy prayer; His hand thy ruin shall repair: