And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.
419. 8.7.4.
Cry for help.
1 GO where Persian flocks are feeding
On the dark Euphrates' side;
Go where souls for light are pleading,
Of the lamp of life denied.
Souls benighted,
Of the lamp of life denied.
2 Hear the cry for help prevailing
Over tempest, wind, and wave!
Full of agony and wailing-
Haste these dying souls to save.
Christian pilgrim,
Haste these dying souls to save.
3 See the heathen lowly bending
To that soulless idol god,
And the solemn priest pretending
To appease with human blood.
See the heathen
Bending to their idol god.
4 Zion, send to ev'ry nation
Heralds of the Prince of peace;
Spread the knowledge of salvation
Until sin and sorrow cease.
Pray, O Zion!
Pray, till sin and sorrow cease.
420. L. M.
The missionary leaving home.
1 FAR from the home of infancy,
Blest with thy fervent, faithful prayers,
I go, my mother, o'er the sea,
And leave thee, friend of early years.
2 But can I bear to say farewell?
My mother!-at that tender name,
Alas, can human language tell
The sorrow that o'erpowers my frame?
3 But Jesus calls, and I must go
To bear his banner o'er the wave,
Proclaiming pardon to the foe,
And blood-bought pardon to the slave.
"Yes, go," replied the mother meek,
"My earthly hope, my joy, my stay.
These sighs and tears my anguish speak;
But Jesus calls and I obey.
5" Go teach the nations his dear name,
And though on earth no more we meet,
In heaven we'll join the loud amen
With ransomed heathen at his feet."
For the seamen's concert.
1 WE come, O Lord, before thy throne,
And, with united pleas,
We meet and pray for those who roam
Far off upon the seas.
2 O may the Holy Spirit bow
The sailor's heart to thee,
Till tears of deep repentance flow
Like rain-drops in the sea.
3 Then may a Saviour's dying love
Pour peace into his breast,
And waft him to the port above
Of everlasting rest.
For the seamen's concert..
1 GRANT the abundance of the sea
May be converted, Lord, to thee,
And every sailor on the shore
Return to God to roam no more.
2 O may the humble, pious tar
Bear the Redeemer's name afar,
Till heathen lips shall learn the song
Of Zion from the sailor's tongue.
3 The nations, then, with joy shall hail
The Bethel flag in every sail;
And every ship that ploughs the sea
A gospel messenger shall be.
4 Hasten, O Lord, that glorious day
When seamen shall thy word obey,
And safe from port to port be driven
To point a ruin'd world to heaven.
Montgomery. 423. 7.
Song of jubilee. Rev. xiv. 2, 3.
1 HARK! the song of jubilee,
Loud as mighty thunders roar,
Or the fulness of the sea,
When it breaks upon the shore :-
Hallelujah! for the Lord
God omnipotent shall reign;
Hallelujah! let the word
Echo round the earth and main.
2 Hallelujah!--hark! the sound,
From the depth unto the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies.
See Jehovah's banner furl'd;
Sheath'd his sword; he speaks-'tis done, And the kingdoms of this world
Are the kingdoms of his Son.
3 He shall reign from pole to pole
With illimitable sway:
He shall reign, when, like a scroll,
Yonder heav'ns have pass'd away.
Then the end;-beneath his rod
Man's last enemy shall fall.
Hallelujah!-Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.
Sabbatic year. Lev. xxv. 8-13.
1 GOD of sabbaths, Israel's Lord,
Thee we'll praise with one accord.
Hear our humble, earnest prayer,
"Haste the great sabbatic year."
2 Now thy glory to us show;
Give a taste of heav'n below;
Lord, to thee we bow in prayer-
"Haste the great sabbatic year."
3 Now the captive sinner free;
Now declare thy jubilee ;
Now accomplish this our prayer,
"Haste the great sabbatic year.
4 Now the senseless sinner wound;
Let the strong man arm'd be found;
Spread thy gospel, hear our prayer,
"Haste the great sabbatic year."
5 [Now thy word with power endue ;
Let it wound and quicken too;
Make them fly to thee in prayer;
"Haste the great sabbatic year."
6 Now let thoughtless souls awake;
All their follies now forsake;
Answer, Lord, our daily prayer,
"Haste the great sabbatic year."]
7 Bring the joyful sabbath on;
Let the gospel tidings run;
Then in ceaseless praise we'll sing
Hallelujah to our King.
S. F. Smith. 425. 8.7. 4.
Missionary's farewell.
1 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! 'tis sure 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 a 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.
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