1267 L. M.
All the ends of the world.
Psalm 22:27.
Come from the east, with gifts, ye kings!
With gold, and frankincense, and myrrh;
Where’er the morning spreads her wings,
Let man to God his vows prefer.
2 Come from the west! the bond, the free;
His easy service make your choice;
Ye isles of the Pacific sea,
Like halcyon nests, in God rejoice.
3 Come from the south! through the desert sands
A highway for the Lord prepare;
Let Ethiopia stretch her hands,
And Libya pour her soul in prayer.
4 Come from the north! let Europe raise
In all her languages one song;
Give God the glory, power, and praise,
That to his holy name belong.
1268 L. M.
Isaiah 51:9.
Arm of the Lord, awake! awake!
Put on thy strength, the nations shake,
And 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 No more let human blood be spilt—
Vain sacrifice for human guilt!
But to each conscience be applied
The blood that flowed from Jesus’ side.
4 Let Zion’s time of favor come;
O bring the tribes of Israel home!
And let our wondering eyes behold
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus’ fold.
5 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim
In, every land, of every name!
Let adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
1269 L. M.
Rev. 11:15.
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,
Now wave the scepter of thy reign.
3 O let that glorious anthem swell;
Let host to host the triumph tell,
That not one rebel heart remains,
But over all the Saviour reigns.
1270 C. M.
Go unto all the world.
Mar. 16:15.
Go, and the Saviour’s grace proclaim,
Ye messengers of God;
Go, publish through Immanuel’s name,
Salvation bought with blood.
2 What though your arduous task may lie
Through regions dark as death;
What though your faith and zeal to try,
Perils beset your path!
3 Yet, with determined courage, go;
And armed with power divine,
Your God will needful aid bestow,
And on your labors shine.
4 He who has called you to the war
Will recompense your pains;
Before Messiah’s conquering car
Mountains shall sink to plains.
5 Shrink not though earth and hell oppose,
But plead your Master’s cause;
Nor doubt that e’en your mighty foes
Shall bow before his cross.
1271 C. M.
The morning cometh.
Isaiah 21:12.
Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart;
Star of the coming day!
Arise, and with thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away!
2 Come, blesséd Lord! let every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of thy royal name,
And own thee as their King.
3 Bid the whole earth responsive now,
To the bright world above,
Break forth in sweetest strains of joy
In memory of thy love.
4 Jesus! thy fair creation groans,
The air, the earth, the sea,
In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for thee.
5 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace divine;
Be thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory thine!
1272 S. M.
Matt. 13:8.
God of the prophets’ power!
God of the gospel’s sound!
Move glorious on—send out thy voice
To all the nations round.
2 With hearts and lips unfeigned,
We bless thee for thy word;
We praise thee for the joyful news,
Which our glad ears have heard.
3 O may we treasure well
The counsels that we hear,
Till righteousness and holy joy
In all our hearts appear.
4 Water the sacred seed,
And give it large increase;
May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns,
Prevent the fruits of peace.
5 And though we sow in tears,
Our souls at last shall come,
And gather in our sheaves with joy,
At heaven’s great harvest-home.
1273 S. M.
Rise, gracious God, and shine.
Rise, gracious God, and shine
In all thy saving might;
Now prosper every good design,
To spread thy glorious light.
2 O bring the nations near
That they may sing thy praise;
Thy word let all the heathen hear,
And learn thy holy ways.
3 Send forth thy glorious power;
All nations then shall see,
And earth present her grateful store,
In converts born to thee.
1274 8s, 7s & 4s.
Love of God, all love excelling.
Love of God, all love excelling!
How can I its wonders tell!
Now, my troubled spirit quelling,
Now, it breaks the powers of hell:
O what mercies
Start beneath its magic spell!
2 Love of God, all love embracing
In its wide extended arms;
All our doubts and fears displacing,
Saves our souls from death’s alarms:
O what sweetness
Dwells within its blissful charms!
3 Love of God, all love possessing!
Filling all our souls with joy;
Pouring on each heart a blessing,
Which no time can e’er destroy:
Now may praises
All our hearts and tongues employ.
4 Love of God, all love extending
Far o’er sea and ocean strands;
Thou art on the breezes sending
Joyful news to distant lands:
May thy triumphs
Bind the world within thy bands.
1275 8s & 7s.
Onward!
Onward, onward, men of heaven!
Bear the gospel banner high;
Rest not till its light is given—
Star of every pagan sky;
Send it where the pilgrim stranger
Faints beneath the torrid ray;
Bid the hearty forest ranger
Hail it ere he fades away.
2 Where the Arctic ocean thunders,
Where the tropics fiercely glow,
Broadly spread its page of wonders,
Brightly bid its radiance flow;
India marks its luster stealing;
Shivering Greenland loves its rays,
Afric, ’mid her deserts kneeling,
Lifts the untaught strain of praise.
3 Rude in speech, or wild in feature,
Dark in spirit, though they be,
Show that light to every creature—
Prince or vassal, bond or free:
Lo! they haste to every nation;
Host on host the ranks supply:
Onward! Christ is your salvation,
And your death is victory.
1276 8s & 7s.
Shout the tidings of salvation.
Shout the tidings of salvation,
To the agéd and the young;
Till the precious invitation
Waken every heart and tongue.
CHORUS.
Send the sound
The earth around,
From the rising to the setting of the sun,
Till each gathering crowd
Shall proclaim aloud,
The glorious work is done.
2 Shout the tidings of salvation,
O’er the prairies on the west;
Till each gathering congregation,
With the gospel sound is blest.
3 Shout the tidings of salvation,
Mingling with the ocean’s roar;
Till the ships of every nation,
Bear the news from shore to shore.
4 Shout the tidings of salvation
O’er the islands of the sea;
Till, in humble adoration,
All to Christ shall bow the knee.
1277 8s & 7s.
Quit you like men; be strong.
1 Cor. 16:13.
We are living, we are dwelling
In a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling;
To be living is sublime.
2 Hark! the onset! will ye fold your
Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?
Up! O, up! thou drowsy soldier;
Worlds are charging to the shock.
3 Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,
On! right onward for the right.
4 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.
1278 P. M.
God speed the right!
Now to heaven our prayer ascending,
God speed the right!
In a noble cause extending,
God speed the right!
Be their zeal in heaven recorded,
With success on earth rewarded,
God speed the right!
2 Be that prayer again repeated,
God speed the right!
Ne’er despairing, though defeated,
God speed the right!
Like the good and great in story,
If they fail, they fail with glory;
God speed the right!
3 Patient, firm, and persevering,
God speed the right!
Ne’er the event or danger fearing,
God speed the right!
Pains, nor toils, nor trials heeding,
And in heaven’s own time succeeding,
God speed the right!
4 Still their onward course pursuing,
God speed the right!
Every foe at length subduing,
God speed the right!
Truth thy cause, whate’er delay it,
There’s no power on earth can stay it,
God speed the right!
1279 C. M.
Blessed is the people that know, etc.
Psalm 89:15.
How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds!
Its notes are grace and love;
Its echo through the world resounds,
From Jesus’ throne above.
CHORUS.
It is the sound, the joyful sound,
Of mercy rich and free;
Pardon it offers, peace proclaims,
Sinner! it speaks to thee.
2 It tells the weary soul of rest,
The poor of heavenly wealth,
Of joy to heal the mourning breast;
It brings the sin-sick health.
3 Its words announce a heavenly feast,
Of water, milk, and wine,
And manna in the wilderness,
Provisions all divine.
4 It speaks of boundless grace, by which
The vilest are forgiven;
To Christians it proclaims a rich
Inheritance in heaven.
5 To men of high and low degree,
Its message is addressed;
The Jew and Gentile, bond and free,
Are with its blessings blessed.
1280 8s, 7s & 4s.
All the kindreds of the nations.
Psalm 22:27.
O’er the gloomy hills of darkness,
Look, my soul, be still and gaze;
All the promises do travail
With a glorious day of grace:
Blessed jubilee,
Let thy glorious morning dawn.
2 Let the Indian, let the negro,
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;
And from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night!
And redemption,
Freely purchased, win the day.
4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!
Win and conquer! never cease!
May thy lasting wide dominion
Multiply and still increase!
Sway thy scepter,
Saviour, all the world around.
1281 8s, 7s & 4s.
The missionary’s farewell.
Yes, my native land, I love thee;
And all thy scenes, I love them well:
Home and friends, and happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
2 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,
Can I—can I say, farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
3 Yes, I hasten from you gladly;
To the strangers let me tell
How he died—the blesséd Saviour—
To redeem a world from hell:
Let me hasten,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
4 Bear me on, thou restless ocean,
From the scenes I love so well:
Heaves my heart with warm emotion
While I go far hence to dwell:
Glad I bid thee,
Native land, farewell, farewell!
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My name shall be great, etc.
Mal. 1:11.
Light of them that sit in darkness,
Rise and shine! thy blessings bring
Light to lighten all the Gentiles!
Rise with healing on thy wing;
To thy brightness
Let all kings and nations come.
2 May the heathen now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and, worshiping before him,
Serve the living God alone!
Let thy glory
Fill the earth as floods the sea.
3 Thou to whom all power is given,
Speak the word: at thy command
Let thy truth and faithful heralds
Spread thy name from land to land:
Lord, be with them
Always to the end of time.
1283 6s, 7s & 4.
Farewell hymn for missionaries.
Eternal Lord! whose power
Can calm the heaving ocean,
Exalted thou,
Yet gracious bow;
Accept our warm devotion.
2 For thee, our all we leave,
Nor drop a tear of sadness;
As on we glide,
Be thou our guide,
And fill our hearts with gladness.
3 We go ’mid pagan gloom
To spread the truth victorious;
Thy blessing send,
Thy word attend,
And make its triumph glorious.
4 And when our toils are done,
Smooth thou the dying pillow:
O, bring us blest
To endless rest,
Safe o’er death’s troubled billow!
1284 11s & 10s.
The day of joy.
Wake thee, O Zion! thy mourning is ended;
God—thine own God—hath regarded thy prayer;
Wake thee, and hail him in glory descended,
Thy darkness to scatter—thy wastes to repair.
2 Wake thee, O Zion! his spirit of power
To newness of life is awaking the dead;
Array thee in beauty, and greet the glad hour
That brings thee salvation, through Jesus who bled.
3 Saviour, we gladly, with voices resounding
Loud as the thunder, our chorus would swell:
Till from rock, wood and mountain, its echoes rebounding,
To all the wide world of salvation shall tell.
1285 7s & 6s.
Missionary hymn.
From Greenland’s icy mountains,
From India’s coral strand—
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.
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 strewn;
The heathen, in their blindness,
Bow 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! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation
Has learned Messiah’s name.
4 Waft—waft, you winds, his story,
And you, you 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,
In bliss returns to reign.
1286 7s & 5s.
Rev. 11:6.
Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward speed!
Cast abroad thy radiant light,
Bid the shades recede;
Tread the idols in the dust,
Heathen fanes destroy;
Spread the gospel’s love and trust,
Spread the gospel’s joy.
2 Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward haste;
Quickly on each mountain hight
Be thy standard placed;
Let thy blissful tidings float
Far o’er vale and hill,
Till the sweetly-echoing note
Every bosom thrill.
3 Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward fly!
Long has been the reign of night;
Bring the morning nigh:
Unto thee earth’s sufferers lift
Their imploring wail;
Bear them heavén’s holy gift,
Ere their courage fail.
4 Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward speed!
Morning bursts upon our sight,
Lo! the time decreed:
Now the Lord his kingdom takes,
Thrones and empires fall;
Now the joyous song awakes,
“God is All in All!”
1287 7s & 6s.
Roll on, thou mighty ocean.
Roll on, thou mighty ocean;
And, as thy billows flow,
Bear messengers of mercy
To every land below.
2 Arise, ye gales, and waft them
Safe to the destined shore,
That man may sit in darkness
And death’s deep shade no more.
3 O thou eternal Ruler,
Who holdest in thine arm
The tempests of the ocean,
Protect them from all harm.
4 O be thy presence with them,
Wherever they may be;
Though far from us who love them,
O be they still with thee!