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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;
6 From day to day, before our eyes,
Glows and extends the work begun.
On every land beneath the sun ?
Shall God amidst His labours rest;
1 John v. 19. 7.6. HEBER. 1
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 ;
And only man is vile:
The gifts of God are strown;
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;
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
In bliss return to reign.
Isaiah lii. 10. 8.7.4. KELLY, ES, we trust the day is breaking:
God, the mighty God, is speaking
When He chooses,
Let us hail the rising ray.
At His presence
While he enters like a flood,
4 O 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving
To our hearts, to hear each day
Let Thy people see Thy hand.
And the idols
844 Isaiah Ix. 4, 5.
8.7.4. WILLIAMS. 'ER the gloomy hills of darkness,
All the promises do travail
Blessed Jubilee !
Let the rude barbarian see,
Let the gospel
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light,
Win and conquer, never cease;
Sway Thy sceptre,
8.7.4, 10 :
THOU everlasting Father,
For the travail
Jacob's rising star shall bless;
Afric to the cross shall bring,
And Thy covenant shall last.
Down the abysses,
Hast Thou not ordained His seat ?
Till His armies In eternal triumph meet. 846 Psalm Isxli. 11. L. M. MONTGOMERY. 1 Fall down, ye nations, and adore
2 Let hallelujahs to the skies,
With ocean's everlasting sound,
Day without night, as time goes round. 3 Come from the East with gifts, ye kings,
With gold, and frankincense, and myrrh. Where'er the morning spreads her wings,
Let man to God his vows prefer. 4 Come from the West, the bond, the free ;
His easy service make your choice.
Like halcyon-nests, in God rejoice. 5 Come from the South; through desert sands
A highway for the Lord prepare.
hands, And Lybia pour her soul in prayer. 6 Come from the North ; let Europe raise
In all her languages one song:
That to His holy name belong.
And at His feet the mountains flowed:
To make with men His pure abode. 8 With smiles, O earth! thy Maker meet;
Nations, before your Saviour fall:
Lev. xxv. 9.
148th M. TOPLADY.
The gladly solemn sound
To earth's remotest bound.