3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son, That his dominion shall extend,
Till ev'ry tongue shall call him Lord, And ev'ry knee before him bend? 4 Now let the happy time appear, The time to favour Zion come; Send forth thy heralds far and near, To call thy banish'd people home.
HYMN 138. P. M. 7, 6.
Reply to the call of the heathen.
ROM 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 tho' the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Tho' ev'ry prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown!
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
HYMN 139. L. M.
Prayer for Zion's increase.
RM 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 split-
Vain sacrifice for human guilt!
But to each conscience be applied,
The blood that flow'd from Jesus' side.
4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim,
In ev'ry land, of ev'ry name;
Let adverse pow'rs before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour-LORD OF ALL.
HYMN 140. C. M.
The latter-day glory.
EHOLD! the mountain of the Lord,
In latter days, shall rise
Above the mountains and the hills, And draw the wond'ring eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow; "Up to the hill of God," they say, "And to his courts we'll go.'
3 The beams that shine on Zion's hill
Shall lighten ev'ry land;
The King who reigns in Zion's tow'rs,
Shall all the world command.
4 No longer hosts encount'ring hosts,
Their millions slain deplore;
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.
5 Come then-Oh, come from ev'ry land,
To worship at his shrine:
And walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.
HYMN 141. P. M. 7,6.
Blessings of Christ's reign.
AIL to the Lord's anointed!
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 comes, with succour speedy,
To those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls condemn'd and dying,
Were precious in his sight.
3 He shall come down, 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.
4 For Him shall pray'r 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.
HYMN 142. C. M.
The Prince of Peace.
ET saints on earth their anthems raise,
Who taste the Saviour's grace:
Let heathens too proclaim his praise,
And crown him "Prince of Peace."
2 Praise him, who laid his glory by,
For man's apostate race;
Praise him, who stoop'd to bleed and die,
And crown him "Prince of Peace.
3 Ye nations, lay your weapons down,
Let warfare ever cease;
Immanuel for your Sov'reign own,
And crown him "Prince of Peace."
4 We soon shall reach the heav'nly shore, To view his lovely face;
His name forever to adore,
And crown him "Prince of Peace."
HYMN 143. P. M. 8, 7, 4.
Longing for the spread of the Gospel.
'ER the gloomy hills of darkness,
Cheer'd by no celestial ray,
Sun of Righteousness, arising,
Bring the bright, the glorious day;
Send the gospel
To the earth's remotest bound.
2 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 purchas'd, win the day.
3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel-
Win and conquer, never cease;
May thy lasting, wide dominions
Multiply and still increase;
Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.
HYMN 144. L. M.
For Christian Missionaries.
ARK'D as the purpose of the skies, This promise meets our anxious eyes, That heathen worlds the Lord shall know, And warm'd with faith each bosom glow.
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