Hear us, we humbly pray,
And where the gospel's day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
Let there be light!
2 Thou who didst come to bring,
On Thy redeeming wing,
Healing and sight,
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,
O, now to all mankind
Let there be light!
3 Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving holy Dove,
Speed forth Thy flight;
Move on the water's face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place
Let there be light!
4 Blessed and holy Three,
Glorious Trinity,
Grace, love, and might,
Boundless as ocean's tide,
Rolling in fullest pride,
O'er the world, far and wide,
Let there be light!
841 2 Cor. iv. 6. L. M. MONTGOMERY.
1 "ET there be light!” thus spake the
The Word was God; "and there was light!"
Still the creative voice is heard;
A day is born from every night.
2 And every night shall turn to day, While months, and years, and ages roll. But we have seen a brighter ray
Dawn on the chaos of the soul
3 Nor we alone: its wakening smiles
Have broke the gloom of pagan sleep.
The Word hath reached the utmost isles:
God's Spirit moves upon the deep.
4 Already from the dust of death,
Man in his Maker's image stands;
Once more inhales immortal breath,
And stretches forth to heaven his hands.
5 From day to day, before our eyes,
Glows and extends the work begun.
When shall the new creation rise
On every land beneath the sun?
6 When, in the Sabbath of His love,
Shall God amidst His labours rest;
And, bending from His throne above,
Again pronounce His creatures bless'd?
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 on Ceylon's isle ;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:
In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,-
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! Oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learned 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 ransomed nature,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss return to reign.
843 Isaiah l. 10.
1 ES, 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 flees at His command.
2 Let us hail the joyful season:
Let us hail the rising ray.
When the Lord appears, there's reason
To expect a glorious day:
At His presence
Gloom and darkness flee away.
3 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.
4 O'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving
To our hearts, to hear each day
Joyful news from far arriving,
How the gospel wins its way;
Those enlightening,
Who in death and darkness lay.
5 God of Israel, high and glorious,
Let Thy people see Thy hand.
Let the gospel be victorious
Through the world, in every land:
And the idols
Perish, Lord, at Thy command.
844 Isaiah 1x. 4, 5.
8.7.4. WILLIAMS.
'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 sce,
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 sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.
THOU everlasting Father,
Give the kingdom to Thy Son:
He has died that He might gather
All God's children into one;
For the travail
Of His soul, let this be done.
2 Then the North, in darkness shrouded,
Jacob's rising star shall bless;
And the Eastern morn unclouded,
Bring the Sun of Righteousness,
Cheering, healing
Souls in danger and distress.
3 Then her swarthy sons and daughters
Afric to the cross shall bring,
And the angel of the waters
Hear the Coral Islands sing,
Hallelujah!
Till the whole Pacific ring.
4 Yea, it must be: Thou hast spoken,
And Thy covenant shall last.
Though the arch of heaven were broken,
And the earth's foundations cast
Down the abysses,
Yet Thy word, O God, stands fast.
5 On Thy holy hill of Zion,
Hast Thou not ordained His seat? Now, as Judah's conquering Lion, Lay all foes beneath His feet,
Till His armies
In eternal triumph meet.
846 Psalm Ixxii. 11. L. M. MONTGOMERY. FALL down, ye nations, and adore
Jehovah on His mercy seat;
Like prostrate seas on every shore,
That cast their billows at your feet.
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