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Abundant answers brings, And heavenly gales are blowing,
With peace upon their wings. 3 See heathen nations bending
Before the God of love,
And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above;
1 While sinners now confessing
The Gospel call obey,
And seek the Saviour's blessing,
A nation in a day.
HYMN 590. C. M.
BEHOLD, the mountain of the Lord,
In latter days, shall rise
Above the mountains and the hills,
And draw the wondering eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow; "Up to the hill of God," they say,
"And to his courts, we'll go." 3 The beams that shine on Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land; The King
who reigns in Zion's towers
Shall all the world command.
4 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign,
Or mar the peaceful years;
To plough-shares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
5 Come, then, 0, come from every land,
To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauty shine.
HYMN 591. L. M. 
ARM of the Lord, awake, awake;
Put on thy strength, the nations shake;
Now let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,
“I am Jehovah, God alone:”
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
3 Let Zion's time of favor come;
O, bring the tribes of Israel home:
Soon may our wondering eyes behold
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold.
4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim
Through every clime of every name;
Let adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
HYMN 592. L. M. 
ARISE, arise, with joy survey
The glory of the latter day;
Already is the dawn begun
Which marks at hand a rising sun.
2 “Behold the way,” ye heralds, cry;
Spare not, but lift your voices high;
Convey the sound from pole to pole,
“Glad tidings” to the captive soul.
3 "Behold the way to Zion's hill,
Where Israel's God delights to dwell:
He fixes there his lofty throne,
And calls the sacred place his own.”
4 The north gives up; the south no more
Keeps back her consecrated store;
From east to west the message runs,
And either India yields her sons.
HYMN 593. C. M. (250) DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust;
He calls thee from the dead.
2 Awake-awake!--put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day
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.
HYMN 594. L. M. (290)
SHOUT, for the great Redeemer reigns,
Through distant lands his triumphs spread :
Sinners, now freed from Satan's chains,
Own him their Saviour and their head. 20, may his conquests still increase;
Let every foe his power subdue! While angels celebrate his praise !
Saints shall his rising 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.
HYMN 595. L. M. (260)
ASSEMBLED at thy great command,
Before thy face, dread King! we stand!
The voice that marshalled every star,
Has called thy people from afar.
2 We meet through distant lands to spread
The truth for which the martyrs bled;
Along the line—to either pole
The thunder of thy praise to roll.
3 Our prayers assist_accept our praise
Our hopes revive-our courage raise-
Our counsels aid-to each impart
The single eye—the fearful heart.
4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come;
Recall the wandering spirits home;
From Zion's mount send forth the sound,
To spread the spacious earth around.
HYMN 596. L. M. 
YE Christian heralds, go, proclaim
Salvation in Immanuel'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 holy zeal your hearts inspire ;
Bid raging winds their fury cease,
And calm the savage breast to peace.
3 And when our labors all are o'er,
Then shall we meet to part no more;
Meet with the blood-bought throng to fall,
And crown our Jesus Lord of ai.
HYMN 597. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
The Missionary's Farewell. YES my native land, I love thee:
All thy scenes, I love them well;
Friends, connections, happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell ?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
2 Home, thy joys are passing lovely
Joys no stranger heart can tell; Happy home, indeed I love thee: Can I, can I say, "Farewell ?"
Can I leave thee, Far in heathen lands to dwell? 3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell, Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure, Can I say at last farewell?
Can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell? 4 Yes, I hasten from you gladly
From the scenes I loved so well: Far away ye billows, bear me: Lovely, native land, farewell:
Pleased I leave thee,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
5 In the deserts let me labor:
On the mountains let me tell
How he died the blessed Saviour-
To redeem a world from hell :
Let me hasten,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean;
Let the winds my canvass swell: Heaves
heart with warm emotion While I go far hence to dwell:
Glad I bid thee
Native land, farewell, farewell.
HYMN 598.78, & 8s. 
O THOU Sun of glorious splendor,
Shine with healing in thy wing; Chase away these shades of darkness;
Holy light and comfort bring.