Imatges de pÓgina

L. M.

Appleton. Sterling. 487

Christ's Commission to his Ministers. 1 “GO preach my gospel,” saith the Lord ;

“ Bid the whole earth my grace receive · He shall be saved, that trusts my word,

And he condemned, who'll not believe. 2 I'll make your great commission known; And

ye shall prove my gospel true,
By all the works that I have done,

By all the wonders ye shall do.
3 Teach all the nations my commands;

I'm with you till the world shall end ;
All power is trusted in my hands-

I can destroy-and I defend." [ 4 He spake—and light shone round his head,

On a bright cloud to heaven he rode :
They to the farthest nations spread
of their ascended God.

Duke Street. Appleton. 488

The Ministry of divine Appointment.
1 FATHER of mercies, in thy house,

We pay our homage, and our vows,
While with a grateful heart we share

These pledges of our Saviour's care.
2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose

In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scattered his gifts on men below,

And wide his royal bounties flow.
3 Hence sprung th' apostle's honored name,

Sacred beyond all earthly fame;
In lowlier forms, to bless our eyes,

Pastors from hence, and teachers rise.
4 So shall the bright succession run

Through latest courses of the sun;
While unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.

L. M.


89 & 79.

Jerauld 489

State and Prospects of the Heathen. 1 HARK!What mean those lamentations,

Rolling sadly through the sky ?

P. M.

"Tis the cry of heathen nations,

“Come, and help us, or we die!"
2 Hear the heathen's sad complaining-

Christians, hear their dying cry;
And, the love of Christ constraining,

Join to help them, ere they die. 490

Missionary Hymn. 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strana,
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain. pil 2 What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle-
Though every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile?
In vain, with lavish kindness,

The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted

By wisdom from on high-
Shall we to man benighted

The lamp of life deny?--
Salvation -oh, salvation !

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's name.
4 Wast-waft, ye winds, his story;

And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature,

The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
Returns in bliss to reign.
C. M.

Medford. Judea. 491

Prevalence of Christianity promised. 1 GREAT God, is not thy promise pledged

To thine exalted Son,

L. M.

Brewer. Duke Street.

That through the nations of the earth

Thy word of life shall run ?
2 “ Ask-and I give the heathen lands

For thine inheritance;
And to the world's remotest shores

Thine empire shall advance.”
3 From east to west, from north to south,

Then be his name adored :
Let earth, with all its millions, shout

Hosanna to the Lord ! 492

1 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 glance on distant lands,

And heathen tribes, in joyful bands,
Come with exulting haste to prove

The power and greatness of his love.
3 Lord, spread the triumphs of thy grace;

Let truth, and righteousness, and peace,
In mild and lovely forms, display

The glories of the latter day. 493

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1 O’ER the gloomy hills of darkness,

Look, my soul-be still, and gaze;
See the promises advancing
To a glorious day of grace!

Blessed jubilee!
Let thy glorious morning dawn!
2 Let the dark, benighted pagan,

Let the rude barbarian, see
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtained on Calvary :

Let the gospel
Loud resound, from pole to pole.
3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness,

Grant them, Lord, the glorious light;
Now, from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night;

Let redemption,
Freely purchased, win the day!


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[ 4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel;

Win and conquer-never cease!
May thy lasting, wide dominions
Multiply, and still increase :

Sway thy sceptre,

Saviour, all the world around ! 494

Lyons. St. Michael's. 1 HOW wondrous and great

Thy works, God of praise !
How just, King of saints,

And trúe, are thy ways!
Oh, who shall not fear thee,

And honor thy name !
Thou only art holy,

Thou only supreme !
2 To nations long dark

Thy light shall be shown;
Their worship and vows

Shall come to thy throne:
Thy truth and thy judgments

Shall spread all abroad,
Till earth's ev'ry people
Confess thee their God.
88, 78 & 4.

Sicilian Hymn. 495

Influences of the Spirit necessary.
1 WHO, but thou, almighty Spirit,

Can the heathen world reclaim?
Men may preach—but till thou favor,
Heathens will be still the same :

Mighty Spirit !

Witness to the Saviour's name.
2 Thou hast promised, by the prophets,

Glorious light in latter days:
Come, and bless bewildered nations,
Change our prayers and tears to praise:

Promised Spirit!

Round the world diffuse thy rays.
3 All our hopes, and prayers, and labors

Must be vain without thine aid:
But thou wilt not disappoint us-
All is true that thou hast said:

Faithful Spirit!
O’er the world thine influence shed.

C. M.


Stamford 1 ALMIGHTY Spirit, now behold

A world by sin destroyed:
Creating Spirit, as of old,

Move on the formless void!
2 Give thou the word--that healing sound

Shall quell the deadly strife,
And earth again, like Eden crowned,

Bring forth the tree of life.
3 If sang the morning stars for joy,

When nature rose to view,
What strains will angel-harps employ,

When thou shalt all renew!
4 And if the sons of God rejoice

To hear a Saviour's name,
How will the ransomed raise their voice,

To whom the Saviour came!
5 Lo, every kindred, every tribe,

Ássembling round the throne,
The new creation shall ascribe
To sovereign love alone.

L. M.

Medway. Alfreton. 497

Prayer for the Conversion of the World.
1 INDULGENT Sovereign of the skies,

And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear?
While feeble mortals raise their cries,

Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear?
P 2 Look down, O God, with pitying, eye,

And view the desolations round;
See what wide realms in darkness lie,

What scenes of wo and crime abound! 3 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow,

And call the nations from afar;
Let all the isles their Saviour know,

And earth's remotest ends draw near. 498

S. M.

St. Thomas. 1 O GOD of sovereign grace,

We bow before thy throne,
And plead, for all the human race,

The merits of thy Son.
2 Spread through the earth, O Lord,

The knowledge of thy ways;


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