6 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renewed, and sins forgiven; Lord, cleanse our sins, our souls renew, And make Thy word our guide to heaven. 1. Watts.
FLING out the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide; The sun, that lights its shining folds, The cross, on which the Saviour died.
2 Fling out the banner! angels bend
In anxious silence o'er the sign;
And vainly seek to comprehend
The wonder of the love divine.
3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands
Shall see from far the glorious sight,
And nations, crowding to be born,
Baptize their spirits in its light.
4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls
That sink and perish in the strife,
Shall touch in faith its radiant hem,
And spring immortal into life.
5 Fling out the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide, Our glory, only in the cross;
Our only hope, the Crucified!
6 Fling out the banner! wide and high,
Seaward and skyward, let it shine:
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours;
We conquer only in that sign.
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,
The world thy glories shall 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 ruins shall repair:
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.
LOOK from Thy sphere of endless day,
O God of mercy and of might;
In pity look on those who stray
Benighted, in this land of light.
2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,
In crowded mart, by stream or sea,
How many of the sons of men
Hear not the message sent from Thee.
3 Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call
The thoughtless young, the harden'd old,
A scattered, homeless flock, till all
Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold.
4 Send them Thy mighty word to speak, Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak,
And bind and heal the broken heart.
5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,
That make us sadden as we gaze,
Shall grow, with living waters, green,
And lift to heaven the voice of praise.
W. C. Bryant.
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 For Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms, of every tongue,
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.
4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;.
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
5 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King ;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
SOVEREIGN of worlds, display Thy power;
Be this Thy Zion's favored hour;
Bid the bright morning Star arise,
And point the nations to the skies.
2 Set up Thy throne where Satan reigns,
On Afric's shore, on India's plains,
On wilds and continents unknown,
And make the nations all Thine own.
3 Speak, and the world shall hear Thy voice;
Speak, and the desert shall rejoice;
Scatter the gloom of heathen night,
And bid all nations hail the light.
B. H. Draper.
YE Christian heralds, go proclaim
Salvation thro' Emmanuel'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 flaming zeal your breasts inspire,
Bid raging winds their fury cease,
And hush the tempest into peace.
3 And when our labors all are o'er,
Then we shall meet to part no more;
Meet, with the ransomed throng to fall,
And crown our Jesus Lord of all.
B. H. Draper.
SOON may the last glad song arise
Through all the millions of the skies,
That song of triumph, which records
That all the earth is now the Lord's.
2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms be Obedient, mighty God, to Thee;
And over land, and stream, and main,
Wave Thou the sceptre of Thy reign.
3 Oh, that the anthem now might swell,
And host to host the triumph tell,
That not one rebel heart remains,
But over all the Saviour reigns.
LORD, her watch Thy church is keeping;
When shall earth Thy rule obey?
When shall end the night of weeping?
When shall break the promised day?
See the whit'ning harvest languish,
Waiting still the laborer's toil;
Was it vain, Thy Son's deep anguish ?
Shall the strong retain the spoil?
2 Tidings, sent to every creature,
Millions yet have never heard ;
Can they hear without a preacher ?
Lord Almighty, give the word :
Give the word; in every nation
Let the Gospel trumpet sound,
Witnessing a world's salvation
To the earth's remotest bound.
3 Then the end: Thy church completed,
All Thy chosen gathered in,
With their King in glory seated,
Satan bound, and banished sin;
Gone for ever, parting, weeping,
Hunger, sorrow, death, and pain;
Lo! her watch Thy church is keeping;
Come, Lord Jesus, come to reign.
H. Downton
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