5 The progress of his zeal and power Shall never know decline, Till foreign lands and distant isles Receive the law divine.



199. 11s. M. Drummond.

"Prepare ye the Way of the Lord."

1 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill; The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day.

2 Bring down the proud mountain though towering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh.

3 The beams of salvation his progress illume; The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her Lord; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad.



200. 7s. M. Bowring.

Report of the Watchman.

1 Watchman! tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star. Watchman! does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope foretell? Traveller! yes; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel.

2 Watchman! tell us of the night; Higher yet that star ascends. Traveller! blessedness and light, Peace and truth its course portends. Watchman! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveller! ages are its own; See, it bursts o'er all the earth.

3 Watchman! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveller! darkness takes its flight; Doubt and terror are withdrawn.

4 Watchman! let thy wanderings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God, is come.



201. 8s. & 7s. M. Cawood.

Song of the Angels of Bethlehem.

1 Hark! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! th' angelic host rejoices; Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wondrous story Which they chant in hymns of joy: "Glory in the highest, glory! Glory be to God most high!

3 "Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found: Souls redeemed and sins forgiven:— Loud our golden harps shall sound.

4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed; Heaven and earth his praises sing! O, receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest and King."

5 Let us learn the wondrous story Of our great Redeemer's birth; Spread the brightness of his glory, Till it cover all the earth.



202. C. M. E. H. Sears.

Christmas Hymn.

1 Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains!

2 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply; And greet, from all their holy heights, The dayspring from on high

3 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm.

4 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring,— Peace to the earth,—good-will to men, From heaven's eternal King!"

5 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Saviour now is born! And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn.



203. S. M. E. H. Chapin.

The Same.

1 Hark! hark! with harps of gold, What anthem do they sing?— The radiant clouds have backward rolled, And angels smite the string. "Glory to God!"—bright wings Spread glist'ning and afar, And on the hallowed rapture rings From circling star to star.

2 "Glory to God!" repeat The glad earth and the sea; And every wind and billow fleet, Bears on the jubilee. Where Hebrew bard hath sung, Or Hebrew seer hath trod, Each holy spot has found a tongue; "Let glory be to God."

3 Soft swells the music now Along that shining choir, And every seraph bends his brow And breathes above his lyre. What words of heavenly birth Thrill deep our hearts again, And fall like dew-drops to the earth? "Peace and good-will to men!"

4 Soft!—yet the soul is bound With rapture, like a chain: Earth, vocal, whispers them around, And heav'n repeats the strain. Sound, harps, and hail the morn With ev'ry golden string;— For unto us this day is born A Saviour and a King!



204. S. H. M. T. H. Bayley.

The Same.

1 No loud avenging voice Proclaimed Messiah's birth; The Son of God came down to teach Humility on earth, And by his sufferings to efface The errors of a sinful race.

2 Not on a purple throne, With gold and jewels crowned, But in the meanest dwelling place The precious babe was found: Yet star-directed sages came, And kneeling, glorified his name.

3 To shepherds first was shown The promised boon of heaven, Who cried, "To us a child is born— To us a Son is given!" Death from his mighty throne was hurled, Faith hailed Salvation to the world.

4 Lord! may thy holy cross Bear peace from clime to clime, Till all mankind at length are freed From sorrow, shame and crime: Dispel the unbeliever's gloom, And end the terrors of the tomb!



205. L. M. Campbell.

The Same.

1 When Jordan hushed his waters still, And silence slept on Zion's hill; When Bethlehem's shepherds through the night Watched o'er their flocks by starry light:

2 Hark! from the midnight hills around, A voice of more than mortal sound, In distant hallelujahs stole, Wild murm'ring o'er the raptured soul.

3 "O Zion! lift thy raptured eye, The long expected hour is nigh; The joys of nature rise again, The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

4 "He comes, to cheer the trembling heart, Bids Satan and his host depart; Again the day-star gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom."



206. S. M. Watts.

The Same.

1 Behold, the grace appears, The blessing promised long; Angels announce the Saviour near, In this triumphant song:—

2 "Glory to God on high And heavenly peace on earth; Good-will to men, to angels joy, At the Redeemer's birth."

3 In worship so divine Let men employ their tongues; With the celestial host we join, And loud repeat their songs:—

4 "Glory to God on high, And heavenly peace on earth; Good-will to men, to angels joy, At our Redeemer's birth."



207. H. M. Salisbury Coll.

The Same.

1 Hark! what celestial notes, What melody, we hear! Soft on the morn it floats, And fills the ravished ear. The tuneful shell, The golden lyre, And vocal choir, The concert swell.

2 Angelic hosts descend, With harmony divine; See, how from heaven they bend, And in full chorus join! "Fear not," say they; Jesus, your King, "Great joy we bring: Is born to day."

3 "Glory to God on high! Ye mortals, spread the sound, And let your raptures fly To earth's remotest bound! For peace on earth, From God in heaven, To man is given, At Jesus' birth."



208. 7s. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1 Hail, all hail the joyful morn: Tell it forth from earth to heaven, That to us a child is born, That to us a Son is given.

2 Angels, bending from the sky, Chanted, at the wondrous birth, "Glory be to God on high, Peace—good-will to man on earth."

3 Join we then our feeble lays To the chorus of the sky; And, in songs of grateful praise, Glory give to God on high.



209. 11s. & 10s. M. Heber.

Star of the East.

1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the East,—the horizon adorning,— Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels bend o'er him, in slumber reclining,— Monarch, Redeemer, Restorer of all.

3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would his favor secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the East,—the horizon adorning,— Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.



210. L. M. 6l. Moore.

Christ's Birth.

1 Arrayed in clouds of golden light, More bright than heaven's effulgent bow, Jehovah's angel came by night, To bless the sleeping world below. How soft the music of his tongue! How sweet the hallowed strains he sung!

2 Good-will henceforth to man be given, The light of glory beams on earth: Let angels tune the harps of heaven, And saints rejoice in Shiloh's birth; In him all nations shall be blest, And his shall be a glorious rest.



211. C. P. M. Miss Roscoe.

Christmas Hymn.

1 O, let your mingling voices rise, In grateful rapture, to the skies, And hail a Saviour's birth: Let songs of joy the day proclaim, When Jesus all-triumphant came To bless the sons of earth.

2 He came to bid the weary rest, To heal the sinner's wounded breast, To bind the broken heart, To spread the light of truth around, And to the world's remotest bound The heavenly gift impart.

3 He came our trembling souls to save From sin, from sorrow, and the grave, And chase our fears away; Victorious over death and time, To lead us to a happier clime, Where reigns eternal day.



212. C. M. Doddridge.

The Mission of Christ.

1 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.

2 On him the Spirit largely poured, Exerts its sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray; And on the eye-balls of the blind To pour celestial day.

4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure; And with the treasure of his grace Enrich the humble poor.

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace! Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name.



213. C. M. Watts.

The Kingdom of Christ.

1 Joy to the world! the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing!

2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns! Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make his blessings flow As far as sin is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love.



214. C. M. Watts.

John the Herald of Christ.

1 John was the prophet of the Lord To go before his face; The herald which the Prince of Peace Sent to prepare his ways.

2 "Behold the Lamb of God," he cries, "That takes our guilt away; I saw the Spirit o'er his head, On his baptizing day.

3 "Be every vale exalted high, Sink every mountain low; The proud must stoop, and humble souls Shall his salvation know.

4 "Behold the Morning Star arise, Ye that in darkness sit; He marks the path that leads to peace, And guides our doubtful feet."



215. C. M. Exeter Coll.

The Baptism of Jesus.

1 See, from on high, a light divine On Jesus' head descend! And hear the sacred voice from heaven That bids us all attend.

2 "This is my well-beloved Son," Proclaimed the voice divine; "Hear him," his heavenly Father said, "For all his words are mine."

3 His mission thus confirmed from heaven, The great Messiah came, And heavenly wisdom showed to man In God his Father's name.

4 The path of heavenly peace he showed That leads to bliss on high; Where all his faithful followers here Shall live, no more to die.



216. S. M. Needham.

Christ the Light of the World.

1 Behold! the Prince of Peace, The chosen of the Lord, God's well-beloved Son, fulfils The sure prophetic word.

2 No royal pomp adorns This King of righteousness: Meekness and patience, truth and love, Compose his princely dress.

3 The spirit of the Lord, In rich abundance shed, On this great Prophet gently lights, And rests upon his head.

4 Jesus, the light of men, His doctrine life imparts; O, may we feel its quickening power To warm and glad our hearts.

5 Cheered by its beams, our souls Shall run the heavenly way; The path which Christ has marked and trod, Will lead to endless day.



217. L. M. Bowring.

Jesus Preaching the Gospel.

1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place!

2 From heaven he came—of heaven he spoke To heaven he led his followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day.

3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!" Yes! sacred teacher,—we will come— Obey thee, love thee, and be blest!

4 Decay, then, tenements of dust! Pillars of earthly pride, decay! A nobler mansion waits the just, And Jesus has prepared the way.



218. L. M. Butcher.

Miracles of Christ.

1 On eyes that never saw the day Christ pours the bright celestial ray; And deafened ears, by him unbound, Catch all the harmony of sound.

2 Lameness takes up its bed, and goes Rejoicing in the strength that flows Through every nerve; and, free from pain, Pours forth to God the grateful strain.

3 The shattered mind his word restores, And tunes afresh the mental powers; The dead revive, to life return, And bid affection cease to mourn.

4 Canst thou, my soul, these wonders trace, And not admire Jehovah's grace? Canst thou behold thy Prophet's power, And not the God he served adore?



219. L. M. Russell.

"That ye through his poverty might be rich."

1 O'er the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast, And on the waters drearily Descends the fitful evening blast.

2 The weary bird hath left the air, And sunk into his sheltered nest; The wandering beast has sought his lair, And laid him down to welcome rest.

3 Still, near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind; And on his lone, unsheltered head, Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.

4 Why seeks he not a home of rest? Why seeks he not a pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest; He hath not where to lay his head.

5 Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save the human race; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.



220. C. M. Mrs. Hemans.

"Peace! be still!"

1 Fear, was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed.

2 And men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill— But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea, "Be still!"

3 And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word Passed through the gloomy sky, The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his eye.

4 Thou that didst rule the angry hour, And tame the tempest's mood— Oh! send, thy Spirit forth in power O'er our dark souls to brood!

5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride, Thy mandates to fulfil— Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, Speak and say—"Peace, be still!"



221. L. M. 6l. Barton.

The Pool of Bethesda.

1 Around Bethesda's healing wave Waiting to hear the rustling wing, Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave Its virtue to that holy spring, With patience, and with hope endued Were seen the gathered multitude.

2 Had they who watched and waited there Been conscious who was passing by, With what unceasing anxious care Would they have sought his pitying eye; And craved with fervency of soul, His Power Divine to make them whole!

3 Bethesda's pool has lost its power! No angel, by his glad descent, Dispenses that diviner dower Which with its healing waters went. But he, whose word surpassed its wave, Is still omnipotent to save.



222. L. M. Heber.

The Holy Guest.

1 Messiah Lord! who, wont to dwell In lowly shape and cottage cell, Didst not refuse a guest to be At Cana's poor festivity.

2 O when our soul from care is free, Then, Saviour, would we think on thee; And, seated at the festal board, In fancy's eye behold the Lord.

3 Then may we seem, in fancy's ear, Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear, And think,—"if now his searching view Each secret of our spirit knew!"

4 So may such joy, chastised and pure, Beyond the bounds of earth endure; Nor pleasure in the wounded mind Shall leave a rankling sting behind.



223. C. M. Cowper.

"He steadfastly set his face to go to Jerusalem."

1 The Saviour, what a noble flame, Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He marched before the rest!

2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, His every thought engross; He goes to be baptized with blood; He goes to meet the cross.

3 With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew; 'Twas love that urged him on.

4 And while his holy sorrows here Engage our wondering eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies.



224. L. M. Milman.

Christ's Entry into Jerusalem.

1 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry! Thy humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! O Christ, thy triumphs now begin, O'er captive death and conquered sin.

3 Ride on, ride on in majesty! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes, To see the approaching sacrifice.

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; The Father on his glorious throne Expects his own anointed Son!



225. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

Christ's New Command to his Disciples.

1 Behold where, breathing love divine, Our dying Master stands! His weeping followers, gathering round, Receive his last commands.

2 "Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain;

3 "Peace from the bosom of his God, My peace to him I give; And when he kneels before his throne, His trembling soul shall live.

4 "To him protection shall be shown; And mercy from above Descend on those who thus fulfil The perfect law of love."



226. C. H. M. Hemans.

The Agony in Gethsemane.

1 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed, When but his Father's eye Looked, through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony: The Lord of high and heavenly birth Was bowed with sorrow unto death.

2 He knew them all,—the doubt, the strife, The faint perplexing dread; The mists that hang o'er parting life All darkened round his head; And the Deliverer knelt to pray; Yet passed it not, that cup, away.

3 It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread; It passed not, though to him the grave Had yielded up its dead; But there was sent him, from on high, A gift of strength, for man to die.

4 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay? How may we meet our conflict yet In the dark, narrow way? How, but through him that path who trod? "Save, or we perish, Son of God."



227. L. M. Montgomery.

Christ's Passion.

1 The morning dawns upon the place, Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through brightening glooms behold his face, No form or comeliness is there.

2 Last eve by those he called his own, Betrayed, forsaken or denied, He met his enemies alone, In all their malice, rage, and pride.

3 But hark! he prays;—'tis for his foes; He speaks;—'tis comfort to his friends; Answers;—and Paradise bestows; "'Tis finished!"—here the conflict ends.

4 "Truly, this was the Son of God!" —Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruised beneath the Father's rod, Not for himself,—for man he dies.



228. L. M. W. B. Tappan.

Christ in Gethsemane.

1 'T is midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'T is midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone.

2 'T is midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.

3 'T is midnight; and for others' guilt The man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God.

4 'T is midnight; from celestial plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.



229. C. M. Haweis.

Agony in the Garden.

1 Dark was the night and cold the ground On which the Lord was laid; His sweat like drops of blood ran down; In agony he prayed,—

2 "Father, remove this bitter cup, If such thy sacred will; If not, content to drink it up, Thy pleasure I fulfil."

3 Go to the garden, sinner; see Those precious drops that flow; The heavy load he bore for thee; For thee he lies so low.

4 Then learn of him the cross to bear; Thy Father's will obey; And, when temptations press thee near, Awake to watch and pray.



230. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery.

Christ our Example in Sufferings.

1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour. Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned: O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs his soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, admiring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete: "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom; —Who has taken him away? Christ is risen; he meets our eyes— Saviour, teach us so to rise.



231. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Crucifixion of Christ.

1 Behold the Saviour on the cross, A spectacle of woe! See from his agonizing wounds The blood incessant flow;

2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek And trembling lips were spread; Till light forsook his closing eyes, And life his drooping head.

3 'Tis finished—the Messiah dies For sins, but not his own; The great redemption is complete, And death is overthrown.

4 'Tis finished—ritual worship ends, And Gospel ages run; All old things now are past away, A new world is begun.



232. L. M. Steele.

A Dying Saviour.

1 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies, Hark! his expiring groans arise; See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Descends the sacred, crimson tide.

2 And didst thou bleed?—for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed? No; he withdrew his cheering ray, And darkness veiled the mourning day.

3 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and mercy flow, And yet my heart so hard remain,— Unmoved by either love or pain!

4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart, Till all its powers and passions move, In melting grief and ardent love.



233. L. M. Stennett.

Christ Suffering on the Cross.

1 "'T is finished!"—so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head and died: "'T is finished!"—yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won.

2 "'T is finished!"—all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old; And truths are opened to our view, That kings and prophets never knew.

3 "'T is finished!"—Son of God, thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour; And yet our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to thee.

4 "'T is finished!"—let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; "'Tis finished!"—let the triumph rise, And swell the chorus of the skies.



234. L. M. Watts.

Christ's Death and Resurrection.

1 He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground!

2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groaned beneath your load! He shed a thousand drops for you— A thousand drops of richest blood!

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree; The Lord of glory dies for men;— But lo, what sudden joys we see! Jesus, the dead, revives again!

4 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb— The tomb in vain forbids his rise; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies!



235. 7s. M. Gibbons.

Christ's Resurrection.

1 Angels, roll the rock away; Death, yield up thy mighty prey; See! he rises from the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom.

2 'T is the Saviour! Angels, raise Fame's eternal trump of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes; Now to glory see him rise In long triumph up the sky— Up to waiting worlds on high.

4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, Praise, and sweep your golden lyres; Shout, O earth, in rapturous song; Let the strains be sweet and strong.

5 Every note with wonder swell,— And the Saviour's triumph tell; Where, O death, is now thy sting? Where thy terrors, vanquished king?



236. 7s. M. Collyer.

The Same.

1 Morning breaks upon the tomb! Jesus dissipates its gloom! Day of triumph through the skies, See the glorious Saviour rise!

2 Christians, dry your flowing tears; Chase those unbelieving fears; Look on his deserted grave; Doubt no more his power to save.

3 Ye who are of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade; Drive your anxious fears away; See the place where Jesus lay.

4 So the rising sun appears, Shedding radiance o'er the spheres; So returning beams of light Chase the terrors of the night.



237. C. M. Watts.

Ascension and Reign of Christ.

1 O for a shout of sacred joy To God the sovereign King! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high; His heavenly guards around Attend him rising through the sky, With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth his honors sing; O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Speak forth his praise with awe profound; Let knowledge guide the song; Nor mock him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue.



238. L. M. Watts.

Example of Christ.

1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word: But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer, The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory, too.

4 Be thou my pattern; may I bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.



239. C. M. Enfield.

The Same.

1 Behold, where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine; The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his divine employ.

3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, Patient and meek he stood; His foes, ungrateful, sought his life; He labored for their good.

4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!"

5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide! His image may we bear! O, may we tread his holy steps, His joy and glory share!



240. C. P. M. Medley.

Excellency of Christ.

1 O, could we speak the matchless worth, O, could we sound the glories forth, Which in our Saviour shine, We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, In notes almost divine.

2 We'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne: In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, We would, to everlasting days, Make all his glories known.

3 O, the delightful day will come, When Christ our Lord will bring us home And we shall see his face; Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity we'll spend, Triumphant in his grace.



241. L. M. Doddridge.

Christ's Submission to his Father's Will.

1 "Father divine," the Saviour cried, While horrors pressed on every side, And prostrate on the ground he lay, "Remove this bitter cup away.

2 "But if these pangs must still be borne Or helpless man be left forlorn, I bow my soul before thy throne, And say, Thy will, not mine, be done."

3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, And, taught by Jesus, lie as low; Our hearts, and not our lips alone, Would say, Thy will, not ours, be done.

4 Then, though like him in dust we lie, We'll view the blissful moment nigh, Which, from our portion in his pains, Calls to the joy in which he reigns.



242. L. M. Bache.

"Greater love hath no man than this."

1 "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell; My grateful heart the thought pursues, And on the theme delights to dwell.

2 See how he loved, who travelled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise.

3 See how he loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath.

4 Such love can we unmoved survey? O may our breasts with ardor glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affections show.



243. L. M. Anonymous.

"I am the Way, the Truth and the Life."

1 Thou art the Way—and he who sighs Amid this starless waste of woe To find a pathway to the skies, A light from heaven's eternal glow— By thee must come, thou Gate of love, Through which the saints undoubting trod, Till faith discovers, like the dove, An ark, a resting-place in God.

2 Thou art the Truth—whose steady day Shines on through earthly blight and bloom, The pure, the everlasting ray, The lamp that shines e'en in the tomb; The light that out of darkness springs, And guideth those that blindly go; The word whose precious radiance flings Its lustre upon all below.

3 Thou art the Life—the blessed well, With living waters gushing o'er, Which those that drink shall ever dwell Where sin and thirst are known no more. Thou art the mystic pillar given, Our lamp by night, our light by day; Thou art the sacred bread from heaven; Thou art the Life—the Truth—the Way.



244. L. M. 6l. Urwick's Col.

Christ All and in All.

1 Jesus, thou source of calm repose, All fulness dwells in thee divine; Our strength, to quell the proudest foes; Our light, in deepest gloom to shine; Thou art our fortress, strength, and tower, Our trust and portion, evermore.

2 Jesus, our Comforter thou art; Our rest in toil, our ease in pain; The balm to heal each broken heart, In storms our peace, in loss our gain; Our joy, beneath the worldling's frown; In shame our glory and our crown;—

3 In want our plentiful supply; In weakness, our almighty power; In bonds, our perfect liberty; Our refuge in temptation's hour; Our comfort, 'midst all grief and thrall; Our life in death; our all in all.



245. C. M. Beddome.

Christ the Resting-Place.

1 Jesus! delightful, charming name! It spreads a fragrance round; Justice and mercy, truth and peace, In union here are found.

2 He is our life, our joy, our strength; In him all glories meet; He is a shade above our heads, A light to guide our feet.

3 When storms arise and tempests blow, He speaks the stilling word; The threatening billows cease to flow, The winds obey their Lord.

4 The thickest clouds are soon dispersed, If Jesus shows his face; To weary, heavy-laden souls He is the resting-place.



246. C. M. Duncan.

The Spiritual Coronation.

1 All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.

2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,— A remnant weak and small,— Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.

3 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all.

4 O, that, with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall; We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all.



247. S. M. Doddridge.

Attraction of the Cross.

1 Behold th' amazing sight, The Saviour lifted high! Behold the Father's chief delight Expire in agony!

2 For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these sorrows borne? Why did he feel that piercing smart, And meet that cruel scorn?

3 For love of us he bled, And all in torture died; 'T was love that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side.

4 In him our hearts unite, Nor share his grief alone, But from his cross pursue their flight To his triumphant throne.



248. 7s. M. Milman.

"They shall look on Him whom they pierced."

1 Bound upon the accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? By the cheek so pale and wan, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled, burning thirst, By the drooping death-dewed brow. Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!

2 Bound upon the accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is he? By the last and bitter cry, Life breathed out in agony: By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead: Crucified! we know thee now; Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!

3 Bound upon the accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is he? By the prayer for them that slew, "Lord! they know not what they do;" By the sealed and guarded cave, By the spoiled and empty grave, By that clear, immortal brow, Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!



249. C. M. Beddome.

Following Christ.

1 In duties and in sufferings too, My Lord I feign would trace, As he hath done, so would I do, Sustained by heavenly grace.

2 Inflamed with zeal, 'twas his delight To do his Father's will; May the same zeal my soul excite His precepts to fulfil.

3 Meekness, humility and love Through all his conduct shine; O, may my whole deportment prove A copy, Lord, of thine.



250. 7s. M. Furness.

Jesus our Leader.

1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and learn to die? Who, O God, my guide shall be? Who shall lead thy child to thee?

2 Blessed Father, gracious One, Thou hast sent thy holy Son; He will give the light I need, He my trembling steps will lead.

3 Thus in deed, and thought, and word, Led by Jesus Christ the Lord, In my weakness, thus shall I Learn to live and learn to die.

4 Learn to live in peace and love, Like the perfect ones above;— Learn to die without a fear, Feeling thee, my Father, near.



251. L. M. H. Ballou.

Christ's Example in Forgiving.

1 Teach us to feel as Jesus prayed, When on the cross he bleeding hung; When all his foes their wrath displayed, And with their spite his bosom stung.

2 For such a heart and such a love, O Lord, we raise our prayer to thee; O pour thy Spirit from above, That we may like our Saviour be.



252. C. M. Anonymous.

God's Servant.

1 Thus saith the Lord who built the heavens, And bade the planets roll, Who peopled all the climes of earth, And formed the human soul:—

2 "Behold my Servant; see him rise Exalted in my might; Him have I chosen, and in him I place supreme delight.

3 "On him, in rich effusion poured, My spirit shall descend; My truth and judgment he shall show To earth's remotest end.

4 "The progress of his zeal and power Shall never know decline, Till foreign lands and distant isles Receive the law divine."



253. L. M. Mason.

The Image of the Invisible God.

1 Thou, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen, And by thine offspring here unknown, To manifest thyself to men, Hast set thine image in thy Son.

2 Though Jews, who granted not his claim, Contemptuous turned away their face, Yet those who trusted in his name Beheld in him thy truth and grace.

3 O thou! at whose almighty word Fair light at first from darkness shone, Teach us to know our glorious Lord, And trace the Father in the Son.

4 While we, thine image there displayed, With love and admiration view, Form us in likeness to our Head, That we may bear thine image too.



254. S. M. Watts.

Christ the Corner-Stone.

1 See what a living stone The builders did refuse; Yet God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envious Jews.

2 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise.

3 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray— Let all the church be glad.

4 Hosanna to the king Of David's royal blood! Bless him, ye saints: he comes to bring Salvation from your God.

5 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise.



255. L. M. S. Streeter.

The Hiding-place.

1 A King shall reign in righteousness, And all the kindred nations bless; The King of Salem, King of peace,— Nor shall his spreading kingdom cease.

2 In him the naked soul shall find A hiding-place from chilling wind; Or, when the raging tempests beat, A covert warm, a safe retreat.

3 In burning sands and thirsty ground, He like a river shall be found, Or lofty rock, beneath whose shade The weary traveller rests his head.

4 The dimness gone, all eyes shall see His glory, grace, and majesty; All ears shall hearken, and the word Of life receive from Christ the Lord.



256. C. M. S. Streeter.

Blessings of the Gospel.

1 What glorious tidings do I hear From my Redeemer's tongue! I can no longer silence bear; I'll burst into a song:

2 The blind receive their sight with joy; The lame can walk abroad; The dumb their loosened tongues employ; The deaf can hear the word.

3 The dead are raised to life anew By renovating grace; The glorious gospel's preached to you, The poor of Adam's race.

4 O wondrous type of things divine, When Christ displays his love, To raise from woe the sinking mind To reign, in realms above!



THE GOSPEL, AND ITS INVITATIONS.



257. C. M. Watts.

The Gospel Trumpet.

1 Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the Gospel sounds With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind,—

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die,— Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry.

5 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away.



258. C. M. Cowper.

"The entrance of thy Word giveth Light."

1 How blest thy creature is, O God, When, with a single eye, He views the lustre of thy word, The day-spring from on high!

2 Through all the storms that veil the skies, And frown on earthly things, The Sun of Righteousness doth rise, With healing on his wings.

3 The soul, a dreary province once Of Satan's dark domain, Feels a new empire formed within, And owns a heavenly reign.

4 The glorious orb, whose golden beams The fruitful year control, Since first, obedient to thy word, He started from the goal,—

5 Has cheered the nations with the joys His orient rays impart: But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone Can shine upon the heart.



259. L. M. Watts.

Gospel Invitations.

1 "Come hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy-laden sinners, come! I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home.

2 "They shall find rest that learn of me; I'm of a meek and lowly mind, But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind.

3 "Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light."

4 Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand To mould and guide us at thy will.



260. L. M. Watts.

God's Glory in the Gospel.

1 Now to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue; Hosanna, to the Eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim.

2 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise, the powerful God; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star.

3 But in the Gospel of thy Son Are all thy mightiest works outdone; The light it pours upon our eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies.

4 Our spirits kindle in its beam; It is a sweet, a glorious theme; Ye angels, dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.



261. H. M. Toplady.

The Jubilee Proclaimed.

1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pardoning grace: Ye happy souls, draw near; Behold your Saviour's face: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

3 Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full assurance made; Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mourning souls, be glad: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.



262. 8s. & 7s. M. J. Taylor.

Gospel Call to the Church.

1 Praise to God, the great Creator, Bounteous Source of every joy, He whose hand upholds all nature, He whose word can all destroy! Saints with pious zeal attending, Now the grateful tribute raise; Solemn songs, to heaven ascending, Join the universal praise.

2 Here indulge each grateful feeling; Lowly bend with contrite souls; Here, his milder grace revealing, Here no peal of thunder rolls: Lo, the sacred page before us Bears the promise of his love, Full of mercy to restore us, Mercy beaming from above.

3 Every secret fault confessing, Deed unrighteous, thought of sin, Seize, O seize the proffered blessing, Grace from God, and peace within! Heart and voice with rapture swelling, Still the song of glory raise; On the theme immortal dwelling, Join the universal praise.



263. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams.

The Gospel Advancing.

1 Brighter shines the gospel day On our Zion's mountains; Clearer has become the way To her living fountains. Hark! the stirring trumpet tone Hath o'er every hill-top flown; Error's hosts retiring see! Superstition's minions flee!

2 From the luring haunts of sin Where the soul is blighted, Christ invites—come enter in To the temple lighted With the beams of pardoning love— With the wisdom from above; Leave the woes of sin behind, And a rest perpetual find.

3 Come from error's hoary shrine, Jew or Gentile seeking For the way of life divine— Hear this voice now speaking! Willing hearts and hands prepare Christ's redeeming grace to share; Join our triumph-strain, and sing Zion's Universal King.



264. C. M. Medley.

The Fountain of Living Waters.

1 O, what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found! Suited to every sinner's case, Who hears the joyful sound.

2 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds; Your every burden bring; Here love, unchanging love, abounds, A deep, celestial spring.

3 This spring with living water flows, And heavenly joy imparts; Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose, And drink with thankful hearts.



265. S. M. Select Hymns.

Now is the Day of Grace.

1 Now is the day of grace; Now to the Father come; The Lord is calling, "Seek my face, And I will guide you home."

2 The Saviour bids you speed; O, wherefore then delay? He calls in love; he sees your need; He bids you come to-day.

3 To-day the prize is won; The promise is to save; Then, O, be wise; to-morrow's sun May shine upon your grave.



266. C. M. Mrs. Steele.

Invitation to the Gospel Feast.

1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, For every humble guest!

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms! He calls, he bids you come;— Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,— But see, there yet is room!

3 Come then, and with his people taste The blessings of his love; While hope attends the sweet repast, Of nobler joys above.

4 There, with united heart and voice, Before the eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice In ecstasies unknown.

5 And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come: Ye longing souls, the grace adore;— Approach, there yet is room.



267. 7s. M. Hawes.

The Same.

1 From the holy mount above, Glowing in the light of love, What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravished ear! "At the feast there yet is room— Come and welcome, sinner, come.

2 "Thou shalt be a welcome guest, By the Lord divinely blest;— In the word of truth believe,— All thy sinful pleasures leave, And no more in darkness roam,— Come and welcome, sinner, come.

3 "God is thy unchanging Friend; He will love thee to the end, And at last thy soul convey To the realms of endless day, To a blessed spirit-home,— Come and welcome, sinner, come."



268. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll.

The Sinner entreated to awake.

1 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep; Raise thy spirit, dark and dead; Jesus waits his light to shed.

2 Wake from sleep; arise from death; See the bright and living path; Watchful, tread that path; be wise; Leave thy folly; seek the skies.

3 Leave thy folly; cease from crime; From this hour redeem thy time; Life secure without delay; Brief is this thy mortal day.

4 O, then, rouse thee from thy sleep; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep; Jesus calls from death and night; Jesus waits to shed his light.



269. L. M. 6l. Anonymous.

The Gospel gives Peace and Rest.

1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the notes of woe; Cease thy complaints, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow: Behold the precious balm is found, Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound.

2 Come, freely come; by sin oppressed, Unburden here the weighty load, Here find thy refuge and thy rest, And trust the mercy of thy God: Thy God's thy Father,—glorious word! Forever love and praise the Lord.

3 As spring the winter, day the night, Peace sorrow's gloom shall chase away, And smiling joy, a seraph bright, Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay; Whilst glory weaves th' immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own.



270. 7s. M. 8l. Bowring.

Invitation.

1 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate, There, till mercy speaks within, Knock, and weep, and watch and wait— Knock—he knows the sinner's cry, Weep—he loves the mourner's tears, Watch—for saving grace is nigh, Wait—till heavenly grace appears.

2 Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice! "Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest." Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and owned, and bought and blest— Safe—from all the lures of vice, Owned—by joys the contrite know, Bought—by love and life the price, Blest—the mighty debt to owe!

3 Holy pilgrim! what for thee, In a world like this, remains? From thy guarded breast shall flee Fear, and shame, and doubt and pains— Fear—the hope of heaven shall fly, Shame—from glory's view retire, Doubt—in full belief shall die, Pain—in endless bliss expire.



271. C. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1 Bright was the guiding star that led, With mild benignant ray, The Gentiles to the lowly shed Where the Redeemer lay.

2 But lo! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode It shines through sin and sorrow's night To guide us to our Lord.

3 O haste to follow where it leads; The gracious call obey, Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, The Christian's destined way.

4 O gladly tread the narrow path While light and grace are given; We'll meekly follow Christ on earth, And reign with him in heaven.



272. C. M. Collyer.

Call to the Wandering.

1 Return, O wanderer, now return, And seek thy Father's face; Those new desires, which in thee burn, Were kindled by his grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, now return; He hears thy humble sigh; He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh.

3 Return, O wanderer, now return; Thy Father bids thee live; Go to his feet, and grateful learn How freely he'll forgive.

4 Return, O wanderer, now return, And wipe the falling tear; Thy Father calls—no longer mourn; 'T is love invites thee near.



273. C. M. Moore.

"Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much."

1 Were not the sinful Mary's tears An offering worthy heaven, When, o'er the faults of former years, She wept, and was forgiven?

2 When, bringing every balmy sweet Her day of luxury stored, She o'er her Saviour's hallowed feet The precious ointment poured;

3 Were not those sweets so freely shed, That shame, those weeping eyes, And the sunk heart which inly bled, Heaven's noblest sacrifice?

4 Thou that hast slept in error's sleep, O wouldst thou wake to heaven, Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep; "Love much," and be forgiven!



274. 7s. M. Anonymous.

To the Prodigal Son.

1 Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy father's happy home? With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother, homeward come.

2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life's most golden hours? Turn thee, brother, God can save!

3 Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? Discontent upon thy brow? Turn thee, God will make thee whole!

4 Fall before him on the ground, Pour thy sorrow in his ear, Seek him, while he may be found, Call upon him, while he's near.



275. S. M. Episcopal Coll.

Gospel Invitations.

1 The Spirit, in our hearts, Is whispering, "Sinner, come!" The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come!"

2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, "Come!" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the Fountain, come!

3 Yes, whosoever will, O, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; 'Tis Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, Declares, "I quickly come:" Lord, even so! I wait thine hour: Jesus, my Saviour, come!



276. C. M. Watts.

The Blessings of the Gospel.

1 Blest are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the paths they go, And light their steps surround.

2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor dares the world condemn.

3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives; Israel, thy King forever reigns, Thy God forever lives.



277. C. M. Doddridge.

All Things Ready.

1 The King of heaven his table spreads, And dainties crown the board: Not Paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford.

2 Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin's dark mazes, come; Come from your most obscure retreats And grace shall find you room.

3 Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear.

4 Yet are his house and heart so large, That millions more may come; Nor could the whole assembled world O'erfill the spacious room.



278. S. M. Pratt's Coll.

Coming to Christ.

1 Ye sons of earth, arise, Ye creatures of a day; Redeem the time—be bold—be wise, And cast your bonds away.

2 The year of gospel grace With us rejoice to see, And thankfully in Christ embrace Your proffered liberty.

3 Blest Saviour, Lord of all, God help us to receive; Obedient to thy gracious call, O, bid us turn and live.



279. S. M. E. Turner.

Saviour's Voice.

1 Hear what a Saviour's voice, To sinners, does proclaim; O, all ye ransomed souls, rejoice In your Redeemer's name.

2 Where sin and death have reigned, And all their power employed, There are his love and light maintained, And heavenly truth enjoyed.

3 The needy, starving poor Are filled with living bread; The opening of the prison door Proclaims the captive freed.

4 The thirsty, panting soul, That longs for springs of grace, Beholds celestial waters roll, And floods of righteousness.

5 My God, my Saviour too, I would thy love proclaim, Partake of what is brought to view, And sing thy glorious name.



280. S. M. Watts.

Power of the Gospel.

1 Behold, the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey.

2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just! Forever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust.

4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! O, may we never read in vain, But find the path to heaven.



281. L. M. Anonymous.

Gospel Invitation.

1 Come to the living waters, come! Gladly obey your Maker's call:— Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, And find his grace is free for all.

2 See from the rock a fountain rise; For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price, Ye weary, heavy-laden souls.

3 In search of empty joys below, Why toil with unavailing strife? Whither, ah! whither would ye go? Christ hath the words of endless life.

4 Your willing ears and hearts incline, His words believingly receive; Quicken'd, you then, by faith divine, A heavenly life on earth shall live.



282. 11s. M. S. F. Streeter.

The Same.

1 How gracious the promise, how soothing the word That came from the lips of our merciful Lord! "Ye lone, and ye weary, ye sad and oppressed, Come, learn of your Saviour, and ye shall find rest."

2 Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart, For meek was your Master, and lowly of heart. And all who have sinned and have wandered astray, Come, walk in the light and the truth and the way.

3 Ye heart-stricken sons, and ye daughters of woe, For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow; Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite,— His yoke it is easy, his burden is light.



283. 7s. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Weary, Pained, and Guilty, Invited.

1 Come! said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim, hither come!

2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste!

3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain; Ye, whose swollen and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise;

4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care: Who the stings of guilt can bear?

5 Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure.



TRIUMPH OF CHRISTIANITY.



284. L. M. Watts.

Christ's Kingdom among the Gentiles.

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The joyful prisoner bursts his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again And earth repeat the loud Amen.



285. C. M. Milton.

The Kingdom of God on Earth.

1 The Lord will come, and not be slow; His footsteps cannot err; Before him righteousness shall go, His royal harbinger.

2 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name.

3 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, Shall bud and blossom then, And Justice, from her heavenly bower, Look down on mortal men.

4 Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God, Thee honor and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore.

5 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done: Thou, in thy everlasting seat, Remainest God alone.



286. C. M. H. Ballou.

The Same.

1 Jesus his empire shall extend; Beneath his gentle sway Kings of the earth shall humbly bend, And his commands obey.

2 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, All nations shall be blest; We hear the noise of war no more,— He gives his people rest.

3 As clouds descend in gentle showers, When spring renews her reign; And call to life the fragrant flowers O'er forest, hill and plain;—

4 So Jesus, by his heavenly grace, Descends on man below, And o'er the millions of our race His gentle blessings flow.

5 All that the reign of sin destroyed, The Saviour shall restore; And, from the treasures of the Lord, Shall give us blessings more.



287. H. M. E. Turner.

The Universal King.

1 Come, sing a Saviour's power, And praise his mighty name; His wondrous love adore, And chant his growing fame. Wide o'er the world a king shall reign, And righteousness and peace maintain.

2 The sceptre of his grace He shall forever wield; His foes, before his face, To strength divine shall yield: The conquest of his truth shall show What an almighty arm can do.

3 His alienated sons, By sin beguiled, betrayed, Shall then be born at once, And willing subjects made: Such numbers shall his courts adorn As dew-drops of the vernal morn.

4 His realm shall ever stand, By liberal things upheld: And from his bounteous hand All hearts with joy be filled. A universe with praise shall own The countless honors of his throne.



288. 7 & 6s. M. Montgomery.

Blessings of Christ's Kingdom.

1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son! Hail! in the time appointed His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.

2 He shall descend like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love and joy, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth; Before him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go; And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow.

3 For him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing,— A kingdom without end: The tide of time shall never His covenant remove: His name shall stand forever;— That name to us is love.



289. L. M. H. Ballou.

Blessings of Christ's Universal Reign.

1 When God descends with men to dwell, And all creation makes anew, What tongue can half the wonders tell? What eye the dazzling glories view?

2 Zion, the desolate, again Shall see her lands with roses bloom; And Carmel's mount, and Sharon's plain, Shall yield their spices and perfume.

3 Celestial streams shall gently flow; The wilderness shall joyful be; Lilies on parched ground shall grow; And gladness spring on every tree;

4 The weak be strong, the fearful bold, The deaf shall hear, the dumb shall sing, The lame shall walk, the blind behold; And joy through all the earth shall ring.

5 Monarchs and slaves shall meet in love; Old pride shall die, and meekness reign,— When God descends from worlds above, To dwell with men on earth again.



290. C. M. Anonymous.

The Gospel Feast.

1 On Zion, his most holy mount, God will a feast prepare; And Israel's sons, and Gentile lands, Shall in the banquet share.

2 See to the vilest of the vile A free acceptance given! See rebels, by adopting grace, Sit with the heirs of heaven!

3 The pained, the sick, the dying, now To ease and health restored, With eager appetites partake The plenties of the board.

4 But, O, what draughts of bliss unknown, What dainties shall be given, When, with the myriads round the throne, We join the feast of heaven!

5 There joys immeasurably high Shall overflow the soul, And springs of life, that never dry, In thousand channels roll.



291. 7s. M. Anonymous.

The Fulness of the Gentiles.

1 "Give us room, that we may dwell," Zion's children cry aloud: See their numbers how they swell! How they gather like a cloud!

2 O, how bright the morning seems! Brighter from so dark a night: Zion is like one that dreams, Filled with wonder and delight.

3 Lo! thy sun goes down no more: God himself will be thy light: All that caused thee grief before Buried lies in endless night.

4 Zion, now arise and shine; Lo! thy light from heaven is come These that crowd from far are thine; Give thy sons and daughters room.



292. L. M. Anonymous.

Influence of the Gospel like Rain.

1 As showers on meadows newly mown, Jesus shall shed his blessings down; Crowned with whose life-infusing drops, Earth shall renew her blissful crops.

2 The dews and rains, in all their store, Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er, Are not so copious as that grace Which sanctifies and saves our race.

3 As, in soft silence, vernal showers Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers, So, in the secrecy of love, Falls the sweet influence from above.

4 That heavenly influence let me find In holy silence of the mind, While every grace maintains its bloom, Diffusing wide its rich perfume.

5 Nor let these blessings be confined To me, but poured on all mankind, Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise, And a young Eden bless our eyes.



293. H. M. Doddridge.

Efficacy of the Gospel.

1 Mark the soft-falling snow, And the descending rain! To heaven, from whence it fell, It turns not back again; But waters earth through every pore, And calls forth all her secret store.

2 Arrayed in beauteous green The hills and valleys shine, And man and beast are fed By providence divine: The harvest bows its golden ears, The copious seed of future years.

3 "So," saith the God of grace, "My Gospel shall descend, Almighty to effect The purpose I intend; Millions of souls shall feel its power, And bear it down to millions more."



294. S. M. H. Ballou.

Universal Redemption.

1 In God's eternity There shall a day arise, When all the race of man shall be With Jesus in the skies.

2 As night before the rays Of morning flees away, Sin shall retire before the blaze Of God's eternal day.

3 As music fills the grove When stormy clouds are past, Sweet anthems of redeeming love Shall all employ at last.

4 Redeemed from death and sin, Shall Adam's numerous race A ceaseless song of praise begin, And shout redeeming grace.



295. L. M. 6l. Watts.

"The Gentiles shall see thy Righteousness."

1 Let all the earth their voices raise, To sing the choicest psalm of praise; To sing and bless Jehovah's name: His glory let the heathen know, His wonders to the nations show, And all his saving works proclaim.

2 The heathen know thy glory, Lord: The wondering nations read thy word: Among us is Jehovah known; Our worship shall no more be paid To gods which mortal hands have made; Our Maker is our God alone.

3 Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barbarous nations fear his name; Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim.



296. L. M. Bowring.

Progress of Gospel Truth.

1 Upon the Gospel's sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine; And, as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine.

2 Truth, strengthened by the strength of thought, Pours inexhaustible supplies, Whence sagest teachers may be taught, And Wisdom's self become more wise.

3 More glorious still as centuries roll, New regions blest, new powers unfurled, Expanding with the expanding soul, Its waters shall o'erflow the world;

4 Flow to restore, but not destroy; As when the cloudless lamp of day Pours out its floods of light and joy, And sweeps each lingering mist away.



297. L. M. Watts.

Universal Reign of Christ.

1 Great God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey; Now give the kingdom to thy Son; Extend his power, exalt his throne.

2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight.

3 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown.



298. 10s. M. Pope.

Predicted Glory of the Messiah's Kingdom.

1 Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes! See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day!

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies!

3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temples bend! See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings, While every land its joyous tribute brings.

4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away But fixed his word, his saving power remains, Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.



299. 8s., 7s. & 4s. M. Kelly.

Encouraging Prospects.

1 Yes, we trust the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand; God, the mighty God, is speaking, By his word, in every land: When he chooses, Darkness flies at his command.

2 While the foe becomes more daring, While he enters like a flood, God, the Saviour, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad: Every language Soon shall tell the love of God.

3 God of Jacob, high and glorious, Let thy people see thy hand; Let the gospel be victorious, Through the world, in every land; Then shall idols Perish, Lord, at thy command.



300. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous.

Universal Hallelujah.

1 When shall the voice of singing Flow joyfully along? When hill and valley, ringing With one triumphant song, Proclaim the contest ended, And Him, who once was slain, Again to earth descended, In righteousness to reign?

2 Then from the craggy mountains The sacred shout shall fly, And shady vales and fountains Shall echo the reply: High tower and lowly dwelling Shall send the chorus round, The hallelujah swelling In one eternal sound.



301. C. M. Watts.

Prospect of Universal Blessedness.

1 Lo! what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes! The earth and seas are passed away, And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heaven, where God resides That holy, happy place, The new Jerusalem comes down, Adorned with shining grace.

3 "The God of glory down to men Removes his blessed abode; Men, the dear objects of his grace, And he, the loving God.

4 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye; And pains and groans, and griefs and fears, And death itself shall die."

5 How long, dear Saviour, O how long Shall this bright hour delay? Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day.



302. L. M. Richards.

The Cloud and Pillar of Fire.

1 Long as the darkening cloud abode, So long did ancient Israel rest; Nor moved they, till the guiding Lord In brighter garments stood confest.

2 Father of spirits, Light of light, Lift up the cloud, and rend the veil; Shine forth in fire, amid that night, Whose blackness makes the heart to fail.

3 'T is done! to Christ the power is given; His death has rent the veil away, Our great Forerunner entered heaven, And oped the gate of endless day.

4 Nor shall those mists that brood o'er time, Forever blind the mental eye; They backward roll, and light sublime Beams glory from our God on high.

5 Adoring nations hail the dawn, All kingdoms bless the noontide beam, And light, unfolding life's full morn, Is vast creation's deathless theme.



303. S. M Johns.

The Kingdom of God.

1 Come, kingdom of our God, Sweet reign of light and love! Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, And wisdom from above.

2 Over our spirits first Extend thy healing reign; There raise and quench the sacred thirst, That never pains again.

3 Come, kingdom of our God! And make the broad earth thine, Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine.

4 Soon may all tribes be blest With fruit from life's glad tree; And in its shade like brothers rest Sons of one family.

5 Come, kingdom of our God! And raise thy glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod, Where God shall bless his own.



304. 10s. M. Ashworth.

The Kingdom of Christ.

1 Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man! Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll: Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, And make one brotherhood from pole to pole.

2 On, piercing Gospel, on! of every heart, In every latitude, thou own'st the key: From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start, With all their treasures first unlocked by thee!

3 Tread, kingly Gospel, through the nations tread! With all the civil virtues in thy train: Be all to thy blest freedom captive led; And Christ, the true emancipator, reign!

4 Spread, giant Gospel, spread thy growing wings! Gather thy scattered ones from every land: Call home the wanderers to the King of kings; Proclaim them all thine own;—'t is Christ's command!



305. 7s. M. Montgomery.

Christ's Triumph.

1 Hark! the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore;— Hallelujah to the Lord! God omnipotent shall reign; Hallelujah! let the word Echo round the earth and main.

2 Hallelujah!—hark! the sound, Heard through earth, and through the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies: See Jehovah's banner furled, Sheathed his sword; he speaks,—'t is done! And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of his Son.



306. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Progress of the Gospel.

1 See how great a flame aspires, Kindled by a spark of grace! Jesus' love the nations fires, Sets the kingdoms on a blaze. To bring fire on earth he came: Kindled in some hearts it is: O that all might catch the flame, All partake the glorious bliss!

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 strong-holds it now o'erthrows, Shakes the trembling gates of hell.

3 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! Haste, O Lord, and quickly pour All the spirit of thy love.



307. 7s. & 5s. M. A. C. Thomas.

The Reconciliation.

1 Thou, whose wide extended sway Suns and systems e'er obey! Thou, our Guardian and our Stay, Evermore adored: In prospective, Lord, we see Jew and Gentile, bond and free, Reconciled in Christ to thee, Holy, holy Lord.

2 Thou by all shalt be confessed, Ever blessing, ever blest, When to thy eternal rest, In the courts above, Thou shall bring the sore oppressed; Fill each joy-desiring breast; Make of each a welcome guest, At the feast of love.

3 When destroying death shall die, Hushed be every rising sigh, Tears be wiped from every eye, Never more to fall; Then shall praises fill the sky, And angelic hosts shall cry, Holy, Holy Lord, Most High, Thou art all in all!



308. 7s. M. 6l. Spirit of the Psalms.

Glory of the Church.

1 On thy church, O Power Divine, Cause thy glorious face to shine; Till the nations from afar Hail her as their guiding star; Till her sons, from zone to zone, Make thy great salvation known.

2 Then shall God, with lavish hand, Scatter blessings o'er the land; Earth shall yield her rich increase, Every breeze shall whisper peace, And the world's remotest bound With the voice of praise resound.



309. 11s. & 10s. [Peculiar.] J. G. Adams.

Christian's Song of Triumph.

1 Sound the full chorus! let praises ascend To God the Creator, our Father and Friend. Sing, for the light of his truth is before us, And we will give thanks, and rejoice in his name; His banner of love in its glory waves o'er us; That love will continue forever the same. Sound the full chorus, &c.

2 Praise to Jehovah! Give praise—let it rise From earth, in its fulness—and swell to the skies! Give glory and praise! For a ransomed creation The gospel of peace in its triumph shall see; Our God hath redeemed us—and Christ our salvation Appears, from transgression and death to make free! Praise to Jehovah, &c.



310. L. M. Anonymous.

Gospel Freedom Universal.

1 We long to see that happy time, That long-expected, blissful day, When men of every name and clime The glorious gospel shall obey.

2 The word of God shall firm abide, Though earth and hell should dare oppose; The stone cut from the mountain's side, To universal empire grows.

3 Afric's emancipated sons Shall shout to Asia's rapt'rous song, Europe, with her unnumbered tongues, And western climes the strain prolong.

4 From east to west, from north to south, Immanuel's kingdom shall extend, And every man, in every face, Shall meet a brother and a friend.



311. C. P. M. M. Rayner.

Reign of Christ. Isa. 35.

1 The radiant dawn of gospel light, The prophet saw in vision bright, And hailed th' auspicious day, When Christ should all his grace disclose And cure the world of all its woes, By truth's triumphant sway.

2 The blind their eyes shall open wide; To drink the light's o'erflowing tide, The deaf sweet music hear; The lame like bounding hart shall leap; The dumb no longer silence keep, But shout redemption near.

3 And there shall be a holy way, In which the simple shall not stray— The path so plain and bright. Wayfaring men therein shall walk, And of their home and kindred talk, With rapture and delight.

4 No ravenous beast in quest of prey, No lion lurking in the way, Shall ever there be seen. The place where dragons lay concealed, Large crops of waving grass shall yield, With reeds and rushes green.

5 And when to Zion's peaceful home The ransomed of the Lord shall come, (O haste the blissful day!) Glad strains shall every tongue employ In songs of everlasting joy, And sighing flee away.



312. H. M. Doddridge.

The Wilderness Transformed. Is. 41:18, 19.

1 Amazing, beauteous change! A world created new! My thoughts with transport range, The lovely scene to view: In all I trace, The work is thine; Saviour divine, Be thine the praise!

2 See crystal fountains play Amidst the burning sands; The river's winding way Shines through the thirsty lands; New grass is seen, Its carpet spreads And o'er the meads Of living green.

3 Where pointed brambles grew, Entwined with horrid thorn, Gay flowers, forever new, The painted fields adorn; The blushing rose, In union fair, And lily there, Their sweets disclose.

4 The tyrants of the plain Their savage chase give o'er; No more they rend the slain. And thirst for blood no more; But infant hands And lions yoke Fierce tigers stroke, In flowery bands.

5 O, when, Almighty Lord, Shall these glad scenes arise, To verify thy word, And bless our wondering eyes? That earth may raise, United songs With all its tongues, Of ardent praise.



313. 8s., 7s. & 4s. M. J. Taylor.

The Gospel Triumphant.

1 Still in shades of midnight darkness Abject sits the Pagan world; There the banner of salvation Ne'er hath been by time unfurled; Nor their idols From their blood-stained altars hurled.

2 Yet the promise stands securely, And Messiah's reign shall spread; Not in vain his glorious conquest; Not in vain the Saviour bled. Chief immortal! God's own hand hath crowned thy head.

3 To this blessed dispensation Millions yet unborn shall fly; See the rising splendor beaming Till it gilds the western sky. Glorious Gospel! Still thy triumphs multiply.



314. P. M. Pratt's Coll.

The Church exulting in the Government of Jehovah.

1 Ye subjects of the Lord! proclaim The royal honors of his name: "Jehovah reigns!" be all our song. 'T is He, thy God, O Zion, reigns! Prepare thy most harmonious strains Glad hallelujahs to prolong.

2 Tremble, ye pageants of a day, Formed, like your slaves, of brittle clay! Down to the dust your sceptres bend; To everlasting years He reigns, And undiminished state maintains, When kings, and suns, and time shall end.

3 So shall his favored Zion live: In vain confed'rate nations strive Her sacred turrets to destroy; Her Sov'reign sits enthroned above, And endless power and endless love Ensure her safety and her joy.



315. C. M. Montgomery.

Restoration of Israel.

1 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.



316. C. M. Moore.

The Same.

1 O, who shall see the glorious day, When, throned on Zion's brow, The Lord shall rend the veil away That hides the nations now! When earth no more beneath the fear Of his rebuke shall lie, When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye!

2 Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn Beneath the heathen's chain; Thy days of splendor shall return, And all be new again. The fount of life shall then be quaffed In peace by all who come; And every wind that blows, shall waft Some long-lost wand'rer home.



317. L. M. 6l. Pratt's Coll.

Prayer for the Jews.

1 Father of faithful Abraham! hear Our earnest suit for Abraham's seed: Justly they claim the fervent prayer From us, adopted in their stead; Who mercy, through their fall, obtain, And Christ, by their rejection, gain.

2 But hast thou finally forsook, Forever cast thine own away? Wilt thou not bid the murderers look On Him they pierced, and weep and pray? Yes! gracious Lord, thy word is past— "All Israel shall be saved at last."

3 Come, then, thou great Deliverer, come! The veil from Jacob's heart remove: Receive thine ancient people home, That, quickened by thy dying love, In their recovery we may find Life from the dead for all mankind.



318. 7s. & 5s. S. F. Smith.

The Missionary Angel.

1 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 holy trust, Spread the gospel's joy.

2 Onward speed thy conquering flight; Angel, onward haste; Quickly on each mountain's height 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: 'Tis to thee the heathen lift Their imploring wail; Bear them Heaven's holy gift, Ere their courage fail.

4 Onward speed thy conquering flight Angel, onward speed; Morning bursts upon our sight— 'Tis the time decreed: Jesus now his kingdom takes, Thrones and empires fall, And the joyous song awakes, "God is all in all."



319. H. M. Doddridge.

The Glory of the Church in the Latter Day. Is. 60:1.

1 O Zion, tune thy voice, And raise thy hands on high; Tell all the earth thy joys, And boast salvation nigh. Cheerful in God, Arise and shine, While rays divine Stream all abroad.

2 He gilds thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head. The nations round Thy form shall view, With lustre new Divinely crowned.

3 In honor to his name, Reflect that sacred light, And loud that grace proclaim, Which makes thy darkness bright; Pursue his praise, Till sovereign love In worlds above The glory raise.



320. 8s. & 7s. M. Urwick's Coll.

Desiring Christ's Triumph.

1 O thou Sun of glorious splendor, Shine with healing in thy wing; Chase away these shades of darkness; Holy light and comfort bring.

2 Let the heralds of salvation Round the world with joy proclaim, "Death and hell are spoiled and vanquished Through the great Immanuel's name."

3 Take thy power, almighty Saviour; Claim the nations for thine own; Reign, thou Lord of life and glory, Till each heart becomes thy throne.

4 Then the earth, o'erspread with glory, Decked with heavenly splendor bright Shall be made Jehovah's dwelling— As at first, the Lord's delight.



321. H. M. Brown.

Millennium Hymn.

1 Isles of the south, awake! The song of triumph sing; Let mount, and hill, and vale, With hallelujahs ring: Shout, for the idol's overthrown, And Israel's God is God alone.

2 Wild wastes of Afric, shout! Your shackled sons are free; No mother wails her child 'Neath the banana-tree: No slave-ship dashes on thy shore; The clank of chains is heard no more.

3 Shout, vales of India, shout! No funeral fires blaze high; No idol song rings loud, As rolls the death-car by: The banner of the cross now waves Where Christian heralds made their graves.

4 Shout, hills of Palestine! Have you forgot the groan, The spear, the thorn, the cross, The wine-press trod alone, The dying prayer that rose from thee, Thou garden of Gethsemane?

5 Hail, glad, millennial day! O, shout, ye heavens above! To-day ye nations sing The song, redeeming love: Redeeming love the song shall be: Hail, blessed year of jubilee!



322. L. P. M. H. Ballou.

Kingdom of Christ.

1 To Christ, the Son, the Father spake: Lo, ask of me, and I will make The heathen to thy sceptre bend; The utmost parts of all the earth Are thine inheritance by birth, And wide thine empire shall extend.

2 Now Jesus waves his sceptre high, Unfurls his banners in the sky, While loud the gospel trumpets sound: His enemies with sore dismay, Retire in haste and yield the day, While trophies to the Lord abound.

3 Before him kings and tyrants fall, Detest their crowns, and on him call, And he a pardon free doth give: The world in sin was dead before; To life the world he will restore, And in him all the world shall live.

4 O Lord, thy government shall be Extended wide from sea to sea, And long thy sceptre thou shalt hold; As long as sun or moon shall shine, Thou King of earth shalt reign divine, The mysteries of thy grace unfold.



REPENTANCE AND REFORMATION.



323. 7s. M. Milman.

Prayer for Mercy in Spiritual Need.

1 Lord, have mercy when we pray Strength to seek a better way; When our wakening thoughts begin First to loathe their cherished sin; When our weary spirits fail, And our aching brows are pale; When our tears bedew thy word; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord.

2 Lord, have mercy when we lie On the restless bed and sigh,— Sigh for death, yet fear it still; From the thought of former ill; When the dim, advancing gloom Tells us that our hour is come; When is loosed the silver cord; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord.

3 Lord, have mercy, when we know First how vain this world below: When its darker thoughts oppress, Doubts perplex, and fears distress; When the earliest gleam is given Of the bright but distant heaven; Then thy fostering grace afford; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord.



324. C. M. Village Hymns.

The Prodigal's Return.

1 The long-lost son, with streaming eyes, From folly just awake, Reviews his wanderings with surprise; His heart begins to break.

2 "I starve," he cries, "nor can I bear The famine in this land, While servants of my Father share The bounty of his hand.

3 "With deep repentance I'll return And seek my Father's face; Unworthy to be called a son, I'll ask a servant's place."

4 Far off the Father saw him move, In pensive silence mourn, And quickly ran with arms of love, To welcome his return.

5 O, let thy boundless mercy shine On my benighted soul, Correct my passions, mend my heart, And all my fears control.



325. L. M. 6l. Wesley's Coll.

Imploring Forgiveness and Renewal of Heart.

1 Forgive us for thy mercy's sake; Our multitude of sins forgive; And for thy own possession take, And bid us to thy glory live; Live in thy sight and gladly prove Our faith by our obedient love.