Philip P. Van Arsdale. (1816-) 1869. 8:

HARK, THE VOICE. 8, 7. D.

I HARK, what mean those lamentations, Rolling sadly through the sky? 'Tis 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.

Never tiring, never sleeping,
Findeth mercy from above:
Soft descend the dews of heaven,
Bright the rays celestial shine;
Precious fruits will thus be given,

Through an influence all divine. 2 Sow thy seed, be never weary,

Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, Thou shall reap the fruits of joy. Lo, the scene of verdure brightening, See the rising grain appear; Look again: the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near.

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? : 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

1093 "I love to tell the Story,"
2 I love to tell the story;

'Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.

I love to tell the story;

For some have never heard
The message of salvation

From God's own holy word.-Cho.

3 I love to tell the story;

For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,

I sing the new, new song,
"Twill be the old, old story

2 Go forth, Confessors, Martyrs,
With zeal and love unpriced,
And preach the blood of sprinkling,
And live, or die, for Christ;
For Christ claim every nation,
Your banner wide unfurled;
Go forth and preach salvation,
Salvation for the world.

1095*

Cho. Benjamin Gough. (1805-) 1865. ab

The Salvation of Israel."
Ps. xiv.

I O THAT the Lord's salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal His ancient nation,
To lead His outcast home.
How long the holy city

Shall heathen feet profane?
Return, O Lord, in pity;

Rebuild her walls again.

2 Let fall Thy rod of terror,

Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error,

Release the fettered heart.
Let Israel, home returning,

Her lost Messiah see;

Give oil of joy for mourning,

And bind Thy Church to Thee.

Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793-1847.) 1834.

Omit the Chorus.

1096 "Soldiers of the Cross, arise."

2 'Mid the homes of want and woe,
Strangers to the living Word,
Let the Saviour's herald go,
Let the voice of hope be heard.
Where the shadows deepest lie,

Carry truth's unsullied ray;
Where are crimes of blackest dye,
There the saving sign display.

3 To the weary and the worn

Tell of realms where sorrows cease; To the outcast and forlorn

Speak of mercy and of peace. Guard the helpless, seek the strayed, Comfort trouble, banish grief; With the Spirit's sword arrayed,

Scatter sin and unbelief.

4 Be the banner still unfurled,
Bear it bravely still abroad,
Till the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdoms of the Lord.
Praise with songs of holy glee,

Saints of earth and Heavenly Host,
Godhead One in Persons Three,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Rev. William Walsham How. (1823-) 1854.

1097

"Go, ye Messengers of God.”

I Go, ye messengers of God,
Like the beams of morning fly;
Take the wonder-working rod,
Wave the banner-cross on high:
Where the lofty minaret

Gleams along the morning skies,
Wave it till the crescent set,
And the "Star of Jacob" rise.

2 Go to many a tropic isle,

In the bosom of the deep, Where the skies for ever smile,

And th' oppressed for ever weep.
O'er the negro's night of care

Pour the living light of heaven;
Chase away the fiend despair,
Bid him hope to be forgiven.
3 Where the golden gates of day
Open on the palmy East,
Wide the bleeding cross display,
Spread the gospel's richest feast.
Bear the tidings round the ball,

Visit every soil and sea;
Preach the cross of Christ to all,
Christ, whose love is full and free.
Rev. Joshua Marsden. 1812.

Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy. (1809-1847.) 1846.

HERALD ANGELS. 7. D.

1098

"Jesus' Love the Nations fires." 2 When He first the work begun, Small and feeble was His day; Now the word doth swiftly run,

Now it wins its widening way; More and more it spreads and grows, Ever mighty to prevail; Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows, Shakes the trembling gates of hell. 3 Sons of God, your Saviour praise; He the door hath opened wide, He hath given the word of grace;

Jesus' word is glorified:

Jesus, mighty to redeem,

He alone the work hath wrought; Worthy is the work of Him,

Him who spake a world from naught. Saw ye not the cloud arise,

Little as a human hand?
Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land.
Lo, the promise of a shower,
Drops already from above;

I 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.
Bp. George Washington Doane. (1799-1859.) 1824-

1102
The Glory of the Church.
I ZION, awake, thy strength renew,
Put on thy robes of beauteous hue;
And let th' admiring world behold
The King's fair daughter clothed in gold.
2 Church of our God, arise and shine,
Bright with the beams of truth divine:
Then shall thy radiance stream afar,
Wide as the heathen nations are.

1103

Light for those that sit in Darkness.
Is. ix. 2.

I THOUGH now the nations sit beneath
The darkness of o'erspreading death;
God will arise with light divine,
On Zion's holy towers to shine.

2 That light shall shine on distant lands,
And wandering tribes, in joyful bands,
Shall come Thy glory, Lord, to see,
And in Thy courts to worship Thee.

3 O light of Zion, now arise,

Let the glad morning bless our eyes: Ye nations, catch the kindling ray, And hail the splendors of the day.

Rev. Leonard Bacon. (1802-) 1845