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; 842 FROM 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. 843 Y Isaiah lii. 10. 8.7.4. KELLY, ES, we trust the day is breaking: 1 God, the mighty God, is speaking When He chooses, Let us hail the rising ray. At His presence While he enters like a flood, Every language 4 O 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving To our hearts, to hear each day Those enlightening, Let Thy people see Thy hand. And the idols 844 Isaiah Ix. 4, 5. , ; 8.7.4. WILLIAMS. 'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, 1 All the promises do travail Blessed Jubilee ! Let the rude barbarian see, Let the gospel Grant them, Lord, the glorious light, And redemption, Win and conquer, never cease; Sway Thy sceptre, 845 8.7.4, 10 : THOU everlasting Father, For the travail Jacob's rising star shall bless; Cheering, healing Afric to the cross shall bring, Hallelujah! 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 Jehovah 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: 847 Lev. xxv. 9. 148th M. TOPLADY. 1 : The gladly solemn sound To earth's remotest bound. |