FASTS.1254L. M.National judgments deprecated.While o’er our guilty land, O Lord,We view the terrors of thy sword;O! whither shall the helpless fly;To whom but thee direct their cry?2The helpless sinner’s cries and tearsAre grown familiar to thy ears;Oft has thy mercy sent relief,When all was fear and hopeless grief.3On thee, our guardian God, we call;Before thy throne of grace we fall;And is there no deliverance there,And must we perish in despair?4See, we repent, we weep, we mourn,To our forsaken God we turn;O spare our guilty country, spareThe church which thou hast planted here.5We plead thy grace, indulgent God;We plead thy Son’s atoning blood;We plead thy gracious promises;And are they unavailing pleas?6These pleas, presented at thy throne,Have brought ten thousand blessings downOn guilty lands in helpless woe;Let them prevail to save us too.Pres’t Davis.1255L. M.Public humiliation.Great Maker of unnumbered worlds,And whom unnumbered worlds adore,Whose goodness all thy creatures share,While nature trembles at thy power,—2Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;And man who moves, the lord of earth,Acts but the part assigned by thee.3While suppliant crowds implore thy aid,To thee we raise the humble cry;Thy altar is the contrite heart,Thy incense, the repentant sigh.4O may our land, in this her hour,Confess thy hand and bless the rod,By penitence make thee her Friend,And find in thee a guardian God.1256L. M.Confession and prayer.O may the power which melts the rock,Be felt by all assembled here!Or else our service will but mockThe God whom we profess to fear.2Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,Thy people’s eyes are fixed on thee!We own thy just, uplifted hand,Which thousands can not, will not see.3How long hast thou bestowed thy careOn this indulged, ungrateful spot;While other nations, far and near,Have envied and admired our lot.4Here peace and liberty have dwelt,The glorious gospel brightly shone;And oft our enemies have feltThat God has made our cause his own.5But, ah! both heaven and earth have heardOur vile requital of his love!We, whom like children he has reared,Against his goodness rebels prove.6His grace despised, his power defied,And legions of the blackest crimes,Profaneness, riot, lust and pride,Are signs that mark the present times.7The Lord, displeased, hath raised his rod;Ah, where are now the faithful few,Who tremble for the ark of God,And know what Israel ought to do?8Lord, hear thy people everywhere,Who meet to mourn, confess and pray;The nation and thy churches spare,And let thy wrath be turned away.1257L. P. M.For all that are in authority.1 Tim. 2:2.Lord! thou hast bid thy people prayFor all who bear the sovereign sway,And as thy servants rule and reign;Ordained by thee, these ruling powers;Behold! in faith we pray for ours;Nor let us for them pray in vain.2Our rulers with thy favor bless;’Stablish their seats in righteousness,Let wisdom ever hold the helm;The counsels of our senates guide;Let justice in our courts preside;Rule thou! and guard our widespread realm.C. Wesley.1258L. M.He maketh wars to cease.Psalm 46:9.O God of love! O King of peace!Make wars throughout the world to cease;The wrath of sinful man restrain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.2Remember, Lord! thy works of old,The wonders that our father’s told,Remember not our sins’ dark stain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.3Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord!Where rest but on thy faithful word?None ever called on thee in vain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.4Where saints and angels dwell above,All hearts are knit in holy love;O bind us in that heavenly chain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.1259L. P. M.Be instructed ye judges of the earth.Psalm 2:10.Judges, who rule the world by laws,Will ye despise the righteous cause,When the oppressed before you stands?Dare ye condemn the righteous poor,And let rich sinners go secure,While gold and greatness bribe your hands?2Have ye forgot, or never knew,That God will judge the judges, too?High in the heavens his justice reigns;Yet you invade the rights of God,And send your bold decrees abroad,To bind the conscience in your chains!3The Almighty thunders from the sky—Their grandeur melts, their titles die—They perish like dissolving frost;As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise,Before the sweeping tempest flies,So shall their hopes and names be lost.4Thus shall the vengeance of the LordSafety and joy to saints afford;And all that hear shall join and say—“Sure there’s a God that rules on high,A God that hears his children cry,And will their sufferings well repay.”Watts.1260L. M. 6 lines.Let the wickedness of the wicked, etc.Psalm 7:9.Our earth we now lament to seeWith floods of wickedness o’erflowed,With violence, wrong, and cruelty,One wide-extended field of blood,Where men like fiends each other tearIn all the hellish rage of war.2O might the universal FriendThis havoc of his creatures see;Bid our unnatural discord end,Declare us reconciled in thee;Write kindness on our inward parts,And chase the murderer from our hearts!C. Wesley.1261C. M.During a pestilence.Let the land mourn through all its coasts!And humble all its state;Princes and rulers, at their posts,Awhile sit desolate.2Let all the people, high and low,Rich, poor, and great and small,Invoke, in fellowship of woe,The Maker of them all.3For God hath summoned from his place,Death, in a direr form,To waken, warn, and scourge our race,Than earthquakes, fire, or storm.4Let churches weep within their pale,And families apart;Let each in secrecy bewailThe plague of his own heart.5So while the land bemoans its sin,The pestilence may cease,And mercy, tempering wrath, bring inGod’s blesséd health and peace.Montgomery.1262C. M.He is a God that judgeth in the earth.Psalm 58:11.Lord, Lord, defend the desolate,And rescue from the handsOf wicked men the low estate,Of him that help demands.2Visit the weak and fatherless,Defend the poor man’s cause,And raise the man in deep distressBy just and equal laws.3Yea, Lord, judge thou the world in might,The wrongs of earth redress;For thou art he who shall by right,The nations all possess.Milton.1263C. M.Turn us again, O God of hosts.Psalm 80:7.See, gracious God, before thy throneThy mourning people bend;’Tis on thy sovereign grace aloneOur humble hopes depend.2Dark, frowning judgments from thy hand,Thy dreadful powers display;Yet mercy spares this guilty land,And still we live to pray.3O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,By thy convincing grace;Then shall our hearts obey thy word,And humbly seek thy face.Mrs. Steele.1264C. M.The Lord reigneth, let the people tremble.Psalm 99:1.High as the heavens above the ground,Reigns the Creator, God:Wide as the whole creation’s bound,Extends his awful rod.2Let princes of exalted state,To him ascribe their crown,Render their homage at his feet,And cast their glories down.3Know that his kingdom is supreme,Your lofty thoughts are vain;He calls you gods, that awful name,But ye must die like men.4Then let the sovereigns of the globe,Not dare to vex the Just;He puts on vengeance like a robe,And treads the worms to dust.5Ye judges of the earth, be wise,And think of heaven with fear;The meanest saint that you despiseHas an avenger there.Watts.1265C. M.Our land.Lord, while for all mankind we pray,Of every clime and coast,O hear us for our native land—The land we love the most.2O guard our shores from every foe,With peace our borders bless,With prosperous times our cities crown,Our fields with plenteousness.3Unite us in the sacred loveOf knowledge, truth, and thee;And let our hills and valleys shoutThe songs of liberty.4Lord of the nations, thus to theeOur country we commend;Be thou her refuge and her trust,Her everlasting friend.Welford.1266C. M.Gen. 18:23.Thus Abraham, full of sacred awe,Before Jehovah stood,And with a humble, fervent prayer,For guilty Sodom sued.2And could a single holy soulSo rich a boon obtain?Great God! and shall a nation pray,And plead with thee in vain?3Still we are thine; we bear thy name;Here yet is thine abode;Long has thy presence blessed our land;Forsake us not, O God!T. Scott.
1254L. M.National judgments deprecated.While o’er our guilty land, O Lord,We view the terrors of thy sword;O! whither shall the helpless fly;To whom but thee direct their cry?2The helpless sinner’s cries and tearsAre grown familiar to thy ears;Oft has thy mercy sent relief,When all was fear and hopeless grief.3On thee, our guardian God, we call;Before thy throne of grace we fall;And is there no deliverance there,And must we perish in despair?4See, we repent, we weep, we mourn,To our forsaken God we turn;O spare our guilty country, spareThe church which thou hast planted here.5We plead thy grace, indulgent God;We plead thy Son’s atoning blood;We plead thy gracious promises;And are they unavailing pleas?6These pleas, presented at thy throne,Have brought ten thousand blessings downOn guilty lands in helpless woe;Let them prevail to save us too.Pres’t Davis.
L. M.
National judgments deprecated.
While o’er our guilty land, O Lord,We view the terrors of thy sword;O! whither shall the helpless fly;To whom but thee direct their cry?
While o’er our guilty land, O Lord,
We view the terrors of thy sword;
O! whither shall the helpless fly;
To whom but thee direct their cry?
2The helpless sinner’s cries and tearsAre grown familiar to thy ears;Oft has thy mercy sent relief,When all was fear and hopeless grief.
2The helpless sinner’s cries and tears
Are grown familiar to thy ears;
Oft has thy mercy sent relief,
When all was fear and hopeless grief.
3On thee, our guardian God, we call;Before thy throne of grace we fall;And is there no deliverance there,And must we perish in despair?
3On thee, our guardian God, we call;
Before thy throne of grace we fall;
And is there no deliverance there,
And must we perish in despair?
4See, we repent, we weep, we mourn,To our forsaken God we turn;O spare our guilty country, spareThe church which thou hast planted here.
4See, we repent, we weep, we mourn,
To our forsaken God we turn;
O spare our guilty country, spare
The church which thou hast planted here.
5We plead thy grace, indulgent God;We plead thy Son’s atoning blood;We plead thy gracious promises;And are they unavailing pleas?
5We plead thy grace, indulgent God;
We plead thy Son’s atoning blood;
We plead thy gracious promises;
And are they unavailing pleas?
6These pleas, presented at thy throne,Have brought ten thousand blessings downOn guilty lands in helpless woe;Let them prevail to save us too.
6These pleas, presented at thy throne,
Have brought ten thousand blessings down
On guilty lands in helpless woe;
Let them prevail to save us too.
Pres’t Davis.
1255L. M.Public humiliation.Great Maker of unnumbered worlds,And whom unnumbered worlds adore,Whose goodness all thy creatures share,While nature trembles at thy power,—2Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;And man who moves, the lord of earth,Acts but the part assigned by thee.3While suppliant crowds implore thy aid,To thee we raise the humble cry;Thy altar is the contrite heart,Thy incense, the repentant sigh.4O may our land, in this her hour,Confess thy hand and bless the rod,By penitence make thee her Friend,And find in thee a guardian God.
L. M.
Public humiliation.
Great Maker of unnumbered worlds,And whom unnumbered worlds adore,Whose goodness all thy creatures share,While nature trembles at thy power,—
Great Maker of unnumbered worlds,
And whom unnumbered worlds adore,
Whose goodness all thy creatures share,
While nature trembles at thy power,—
2Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;And man who moves, the lord of earth,Acts but the part assigned by thee.
2Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the wind, and lifts the sea;
And man who moves, the lord of earth,
Acts but the part assigned by thee.
3While suppliant crowds implore thy aid,To thee we raise the humble cry;Thy altar is the contrite heart,Thy incense, the repentant sigh.
3While suppliant crowds implore thy aid,
To thee we raise the humble cry;
Thy altar is the contrite heart,
Thy incense, the repentant sigh.
4O may our land, in this her hour,Confess thy hand and bless the rod,By penitence make thee her Friend,And find in thee a guardian God.
4O may our land, in this her hour,
Confess thy hand and bless the rod,
By penitence make thee her Friend,
And find in thee a guardian God.
1256L. M.Confession and prayer.O may the power which melts the rock,Be felt by all assembled here!Or else our service will but mockThe God whom we profess to fear.2Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,Thy people’s eyes are fixed on thee!We own thy just, uplifted hand,Which thousands can not, will not see.3How long hast thou bestowed thy careOn this indulged, ungrateful spot;While other nations, far and near,Have envied and admired our lot.4Here peace and liberty have dwelt,The glorious gospel brightly shone;And oft our enemies have feltThat God has made our cause his own.5But, ah! both heaven and earth have heardOur vile requital of his love!We, whom like children he has reared,Against his goodness rebels prove.6His grace despised, his power defied,And legions of the blackest crimes,Profaneness, riot, lust and pride,Are signs that mark the present times.7The Lord, displeased, hath raised his rod;Ah, where are now the faithful few,Who tremble for the ark of God,And know what Israel ought to do?8Lord, hear thy people everywhere,Who meet to mourn, confess and pray;The nation and thy churches spare,And let thy wrath be turned away.
L. M.
Confession and prayer.
O may the power which melts the rock,Be felt by all assembled here!Or else our service will but mockThe God whom we profess to fear.
O may the power which melts the rock,
Be felt by all assembled here!
Or else our service will but mock
The God whom we profess to fear.
2Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,Thy people’s eyes are fixed on thee!We own thy just, uplifted hand,Which thousands can not, will not see.
2Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,
Thy people’s eyes are fixed on thee!
We own thy just, uplifted hand,
Which thousands can not, will not see.
3How long hast thou bestowed thy careOn this indulged, ungrateful spot;While other nations, far and near,Have envied and admired our lot.
3How long hast thou bestowed thy care
On this indulged, ungrateful spot;
While other nations, far and near,
Have envied and admired our lot.
4Here peace and liberty have dwelt,The glorious gospel brightly shone;And oft our enemies have feltThat God has made our cause his own.
4Here peace and liberty have dwelt,
The glorious gospel brightly shone;
And oft our enemies have felt
That God has made our cause his own.
5But, ah! both heaven and earth have heardOur vile requital of his love!We, whom like children he has reared,Against his goodness rebels prove.
5But, ah! both heaven and earth have heard
Our vile requital of his love!
We, whom like children he has reared,
Against his goodness rebels prove.
6His grace despised, his power defied,And legions of the blackest crimes,Profaneness, riot, lust and pride,Are signs that mark the present times.
6His grace despised, his power defied,
And legions of the blackest crimes,
Profaneness, riot, lust and pride,
Are signs that mark the present times.
7The Lord, displeased, hath raised his rod;Ah, where are now the faithful few,Who tremble for the ark of God,And know what Israel ought to do?
7The Lord, displeased, hath raised his rod;
Ah, where are now the faithful few,
Who tremble for the ark of God,
And know what Israel ought to do?
8Lord, hear thy people everywhere,Who meet to mourn, confess and pray;The nation and thy churches spare,And let thy wrath be turned away.
8Lord, hear thy people everywhere,
Who meet to mourn, confess and pray;
The nation and thy churches spare,
And let thy wrath be turned away.
1257L. P. M.For all that are in authority.1 Tim. 2:2.Lord! thou hast bid thy people prayFor all who bear the sovereign sway,And as thy servants rule and reign;Ordained by thee, these ruling powers;Behold! in faith we pray for ours;Nor let us for them pray in vain.2Our rulers with thy favor bless;’Stablish their seats in righteousness,Let wisdom ever hold the helm;The counsels of our senates guide;Let justice in our courts preside;Rule thou! and guard our widespread realm.C. Wesley.
L. P. M.
For all that are in authority.1 Tim. 2:2.
Lord! thou hast bid thy people prayFor all who bear the sovereign sway,And as thy servants rule and reign;Ordained by thee, these ruling powers;Behold! in faith we pray for ours;Nor let us for them pray in vain.
Lord! thou hast bid thy people pray
For all who bear the sovereign sway,
And as thy servants rule and reign;
Ordained by thee, these ruling powers;
Behold! in faith we pray for ours;
Nor let us for them pray in vain.
2Our rulers with thy favor bless;’Stablish their seats in righteousness,Let wisdom ever hold the helm;The counsels of our senates guide;Let justice in our courts preside;Rule thou! and guard our widespread realm.
2Our rulers with thy favor bless;
’Stablish their seats in righteousness,
Let wisdom ever hold the helm;
The counsels of our senates guide;
Let justice in our courts preside;
Rule thou! and guard our widespread realm.
C. Wesley.
1258L. M.He maketh wars to cease.Psalm 46:9.O God of love! O King of peace!Make wars throughout the world to cease;The wrath of sinful man restrain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.2Remember, Lord! thy works of old,The wonders that our father’s told,Remember not our sins’ dark stain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.3Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord!Where rest but on thy faithful word?None ever called on thee in vain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.4Where saints and angels dwell above,All hearts are knit in holy love;O bind us in that heavenly chain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.
L. M.
He maketh wars to cease.Psalm 46:9.
O God of love! O King of peace!Make wars throughout the world to cease;The wrath of sinful man restrain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.
O God of love! O King of peace!
Make wars throughout the world to cease;
The wrath of sinful man restrain;
Give peace, O God! give peace again.
2Remember, Lord! thy works of old,The wonders that our father’s told,Remember not our sins’ dark stain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.
2Remember, Lord! thy works of old,
The wonders that our father’s told,
Remember not our sins’ dark stain;
Give peace, O God! give peace again.
3Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord!Where rest but on thy faithful word?None ever called on thee in vain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.
3Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord!
Where rest but on thy faithful word?
None ever called on thee in vain;
Give peace, O God! give peace again.
4Where saints and angels dwell above,All hearts are knit in holy love;O bind us in that heavenly chain;Give peace, O God! give peace again.
4Where saints and angels dwell above,
All hearts are knit in holy love;
O bind us in that heavenly chain;
Give peace, O God! give peace again.
1259L. P. M.Be instructed ye judges of the earth.Psalm 2:10.Judges, who rule the world by laws,Will ye despise the righteous cause,When the oppressed before you stands?Dare ye condemn the righteous poor,And let rich sinners go secure,While gold and greatness bribe your hands?2Have ye forgot, or never knew,That God will judge the judges, too?High in the heavens his justice reigns;Yet you invade the rights of God,And send your bold decrees abroad,To bind the conscience in your chains!3The Almighty thunders from the sky—Their grandeur melts, their titles die—They perish like dissolving frost;As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise,Before the sweeping tempest flies,So shall their hopes and names be lost.4Thus shall the vengeance of the LordSafety and joy to saints afford;And all that hear shall join and say—“Sure there’s a God that rules on high,A God that hears his children cry,And will their sufferings well repay.”Watts.
L. P. M.
Be instructed ye judges of the earth.Psalm 2:10.
Judges, who rule the world by laws,Will ye despise the righteous cause,When the oppressed before you stands?Dare ye condemn the righteous poor,And let rich sinners go secure,While gold and greatness bribe your hands?
Judges, who rule the world by laws,
Will ye despise the righteous cause,
When the oppressed before you stands?
Dare ye condemn the righteous poor,
And let rich sinners go secure,
While gold and greatness bribe your hands?
2Have ye forgot, or never knew,That God will judge the judges, too?High in the heavens his justice reigns;Yet you invade the rights of God,And send your bold decrees abroad,To bind the conscience in your chains!
2Have ye forgot, or never knew,
That God will judge the judges, too?
High in the heavens his justice reigns;
Yet you invade the rights of God,
And send your bold decrees abroad,
To bind the conscience in your chains!
3The Almighty thunders from the sky—Their grandeur melts, their titles die—They perish like dissolving frost;As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise,Before the sweeping tempest flies,So shall their hopes and names be lost.
3The Almighty thunders from the sky—
Their grandeur melts, their titles die—
They perish like dissolving frost;
As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise,
Before the sweeping tempest flies,
So shall their hopes and names be lost.
4Thus shall the vengeance of the LordSafety and joy to saints afford;And all that hear shall join and say—“Sure there’s a God that rules on high,A God that hears his children cry,And will their sufferings well repay.”
4Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord
Safety and joy to saints afford;
And all that hear shall join and say—
“Sure there’s a God that rules on high,
A God that hears his children cry,
And will their sufferings well repay.”
Watts.
1260L. M. 6 lines.Let the wickedness of the wicked, etc.Psalm 7:9.Our earth we now lament to seeWith floods of wickedness o’erflowed,With violence, wrong, and cruelty,One wide-extended field of blood,Where men like fiends each other tearIn all the hellish rage of war.2O might the universal FriendThis havoc of his creatures see;Bid our unnatural discord end,Declare us reconciled in thee;Write kindness on our inward parts,And chase the murderer from our hearts!C. Wesley.
L. M. 6 lines.
Let the wickedness of the wicked, etc.Psalm 7:9.
Our earth we now lament to seeWith floods of wickedness o’erflowed,With violence, wrong, and cruelty,One wide-extended field of blood,Where men like fiends each other tearIn all the hellish rage of war.
Our earth we now lament to see
With floods of wickedness o’erflowed,
With violence, wrong, and cruelty,
One wide-extended field of blood,
Where men like fiends each other tear
In all the hellish rage of war.
2O might the universal FriendThis havoc of his creatures see;Bid our unnatural discord end,Declare us reconciled in thee;Write kindness on our inward parts,And chase the murderer from our hearts!
2O might the universal Friend
This havoc of his creatures see;
Bid our unnatural discord end,
Declare us reconciled in thee;
Write kindness on our inward parts,
And chase the murderer from our hearts!
C. Wesley.
1261C. M.During a pestilence.Let the land mourn through all its coasts!And humble all its state;Princes and rulers, at their posts,Awhile sit desolate.2Let all the people, high and low,Rich, poor, and great and small,Invoke, in fellowship of woe,The Maker of them all.3For God hath summoned from his place,Death, in a direr form,To waken, warn, and scourge our race,Than earthquakes, fire, or storm.4Let churches weep within their pale,And families apart;Let each in secrecy bewailThe plague of his own heart.5So while the land bemoans its sin,The pestilence may cease,And mercy, tempering wrath, bring inGod’s blesséd health and peace.Montgomery.
C. M.
During a pestilence.
Let the land mourn through all its coasts!And humble all its state;Princes and rulers, at their posts,Awhile sit desolate.
Let the land mourn through all its coasts!
And humble all its state;
Princes and rulers, at their posts,
Awhile sit desolate.
2Let all the people, high and low,Rich, poor, and great and small,Invoke, in fellowship of woe,The Maker of them all.
2Let all the people, high and low,
Rich, poor, and great and small,
Invoke, in fellowship of woe,
The Maker of them all.
3For God hath summoned from his place,Death, in a direr form,To waken, warn, and scourge our race,Than earthquakes, fire, or storm.
3For God hath summoned from his place,
Death, in a direr form,
To waken, warn, and scourge our race,
Than earthquakes, fire, or storm.
4Let churches weep within their pale,And families apart;Let each in secrecy bewailThe plague of his own heart.
4Let churches weep within their pale,
And families apart;
Let each in secrecy bewail
The plague of his own heart.
5So while the land bemoans its sin,The pestilence may cease,And mercy, tempering wrath, bring inGod’s blesséd health and peace.
5So while the land bemoans its sin,
The pestilence may cease,
And mercy, tempering wrath, bring in
God’s blesséd health and peace.
Montgomery.
1262C. M.He is a God that judgeth in the earth.Psalm 58:11.Lord, Lord, defend the desolate,And rescue from the handsOf wicked men the low estate,Of him that help demands.2Visit the weak and fatherless,Defend the poor man’s cause,And raise the man in deep distressBy just and equal laws.3Yea, Lord, judge thou the world in might,The wrongs of earth redress;For thou art he who shall by right,The nations all possess.Milton.
C. M.
He is a God that judgeth in the earth.Psalm 58:11.
Lord, Lord, defend the desolate,And rescue from the handsOf wicked men the low estate,Of him that help demands.
Lord, Lord, defend the desolate,
And rescue from the hands
Of wicked men the low estate,
Of him that help demands.
2Visit the weak and fatherless,Defend the poor man’s cause,And raise the man in deep distressBy just and equal laws.
2Visit the weak and fatherless,
Defend the poor man’s cause,
And raise the man in deep distress
By just and equal laws.
3Yea, Lord, judge thou the world in might,The wrongs of earth redress;For thou art he who shall by right,The nations all possess.
3Yea, Lord, judge thou the world in might,
The wrongs of earth redress;
For thou art he who shall by right,
The nations all possess.
Milton.
1263C. M.Turn us again, O God of hosts.Psalm 80:7.See, gracious God, before thy throneThy mourning people bend;’Tis on thy sovereign grace aloneOur humble hopes depend.2Dark, frowning judgments from thy hand,Thy dreadful powers display;Yet mercy spares this guilty land,And still we live to pray.3O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,By thy convincing grace;Then shall our hearts obey thy word,And humbly seek thy face.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
Turn us again, O God of hosts.Psalm 80:7.
See, gracious God, before thy throneThy mourning people bend;’Tis on thy sovereign grace aloneOur humble hopes depend.
See, gracious God, before thy throne
Thy mourning people bend;
’Tis on thy sovereign grace alone
Our humble hopes depend.
2Dark, frowning judgments from thy hand,Thy dreadful powers display;Yet mercy spares this guilty land,And still we live to pray.
2Dark, frowning judgments from thy hand,
Thy dreadful powers display;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
3O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,By thy convincing grace;Then shall our hearts obey thy word,And humbly seek thy face.
3O, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
By thy convincing grace;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.
Mrs. Steele.
1264C. M.The Lord reigneth, let the people tremble.Psalm 99:1.High as the heavens above the ground,Reigns the Creator, God:Wide as the whole creation’s bound,Extends his awful rod.2Let princes of exalted state,To him ascribe their crown,Render their homage at his feet,And cast their glories down.3Know that his kingdom is supreme,Your lofty thoughts are vain;He calls you gods, that awful name,But ye must die like men.4Then let the sovereigns of the globe,Not dare to vex the Just;He puts on vengeance like a robe,And treads the worms to dust.5Ye judges of the earth, be wise,And think of heaven with fear;The meanest saint that you despiseHas an avenger there.Watts.
C. M.
The Lord reigneth, let the people tremble.Psalm 99:1.
High as the heavens above the ground,Reigns the Creator, God:Wide as the whole creation’s bound,Extends his awful rod.
High as the heavens above the ground,
Reigns the Creator, God:
Wide as the whole creation’s bound,
Extends his awful rod.
2Let princes of exalted state,To him ascribe their crown,Render their homage at his feet,And cast their glories down.
2Let princes of exalted state,
To him ascribe their crown,
Render their homage at his feet,
And cast their glories down.
3Know that his kingdom is supreme,Your lofty thoughts are vain;He calls you gods, that awful name,But ye must die like men.
3Know that his kingdom is supreme,
Your lofty thoughts are vain;
He calls you gods, that awful name,
But ye must die like men.
4Then let the sovereigns of the globe,Not dare to vex the Just;He puts on vengeance like a robe,And treads the worms to dust.
4Then let the sovereigns of the globe,
Not dare to vex the Just;
He puts on vengeance like a robe,
And treads the worms to dust.
5Ye judges of the earth, be wise,And think of heaven with fear;The meanest saint that you despiseHas an avenger there.
5Ye judges of the earth, be wise,
And think of heaven with fear;
The meanest saint that you despise
Has an avenger there.
Watts.
1265C. M.Our land.Lord, while for all mankind we pray,Of every clime and coast,O hear us for our native land—The land we love the most.2O guard our shores from every foe,With peace our borders bless,With prosperous times our cities crown,Our fields with plenteousness.3Unite us in the sacred loveOf knowledge, truth, and thee;And let our hills and valleys shoutThe songs of liberty.4Lord of the nations, thus to theeOur country we commend;Be thou her refuge and her trust,Her everlasting friend.Welford.
C. M.
Our land.
Lord, while for all mankind we pray,Of every clime and coast,O hear us for our native land—The land we love the most.
Lord, while for all mankind we pray,
Of every clime and coast,
O hear us for our native land—
The land we love the most.
2O guard our shores from every foe,With peace our borders bless,With prosperous times our cities crown,Our fields with plenteousness.
2O guard our shores from every foe,
With peace our borders bless,
With prosperous times our cities crown,
Our fields with plenteousness.
3Unite us in the sacred loveOf knowledge, truth, and thee;And let our hills and valleys shoutThe songs of liberty.
3Unite us in the sacred love
Of knowledge, truth, and thee;
And let our hills and valleys shout
The songs of liberty.
4Lord of the nations, thus to theeOur country we commend;Be thou her refuge and her trust,Her everlasting friend.
4Lord of the nations, thus to thee
Our country we commend;
Be thou her refuge and her trust,
Her everlasting friend.
Welford.
1266C. M.Gen. 18:23.Thus Abraham, full of sacred awe,Before Jehovah stood,And with a humble, fervent prayer,For guilty Sodom sued.2And could a single holy soulSo rich a boon obtain?Great God! and shall a nation pray,And plead with thee in vain?3Still we are thine; we bear thy name;Here yet is thine abode;Long has thy presence blessed our land;Forsake us not, O God!T. Scott.
C. M.
Gen. 18:23.
Thus Abraham, full of sacred awe,Before Jehovah stood,And with a humble, fervent prayer,For guilty Sodom sued.
Thus Abraham, full of sacred awe,
Before Jehovah stood,
And with a humble, fervent prayer,
For guilty Sodom sued.
2And could a single holy soulSo rich a boon obtain?Great God! and shall a nation pray,And plead with thee in vain?
2And could a single holy soul
So rich a boon obtain?
Great God! and shall a nation pray,
And plead with thee in vain?
3Still we are thine; we bear thy name;Here yet is thine abode;Long has thy presence blessed our land;Forsake us not, O God!
3Still we are thine; we bear thy name;
Here yet is thine abode;
Long has thy presence blessed our land;
Forsake us not, O God!
T. Scott.
MISSIONARY ASSEMBLIES.1267L. M.All the ends of the world.Psalm 22:27.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.2Come from the west! the bond, the free;His easy service make your choice;Ye isles of the Pacific sea,Like halcyon nests, in God rejoice.3Come from the south! through the desert sandsA highway for the Lord prepare;Let Ethiopia stretch her hands,And Libya pour her soul in prayer.4Come from the north! let Europe raiseIn all her languages one song;Give God the glory, power, and praise,That to his holy name belong.1268L. M.Isaiah 51:9.Arm of the Lord, awake! awake!Put on thy strength, the nations shake,And let the world, adoring, seeTriumphs of mercy wrought by thee.2Say to the heathen, from thy throne,“I am Jehovah—God alone!”Thy voice their idols shall confound,And cast their altars to the ground.3No more let human blood be spilt—Vain sacrifice for human guilt!But to each conscience be appliedThe blood that flowed from Jesus’ side.4Let Zion’s time of favor come;O bring the tribes of Israel home!And let our wondering eyes beholdGentiles and Jews in Jesus’ fold.5Almighty God, thy grace proclaimIn, every land, of every name!Let adverse powers before thee fall,And crown the Saviour Lord of all.Shrubsole.1269L. M.Rev. 11:15.Soon may the last glad song ariseThrough all the millions of the skies;That song of triumph, which recordsThat all the earth is now the Lord’s.2Let thrones and powers and kingdoms beObedient, mighty God! to thee;And over land, and stream, and main,Now wave the scepter of thy reign.3O let that glorious anthem swell;Let host to host the triumph tell,That not one rebel heart remains,But over all the Saviour reigns.1270C. M.Go unto all the world.Mar. 16:15.Go, and the Saviour’s grace proclaim,Ye messengers of God;Go, publish through Immanuel’s name,Salvation bought with blood.2What though your arduous task may lieThrough regions dark as death;What though your faith and zeal to try,Perils beset your path!3Yet, with determined courage, go;And armed with power divine,Your God will needful aid bestow,And on your labors shine.4He who has called you to the warWill recompense your pains;Before Messiah’s conquering carMountains shall sink to plains.5Shrink not though earth and hell oppose,But plead your Master’s cause;Nor doubt that e’en your mighty foesShall bow before his cross.Morell.1271C. M.The morning cometh.Isaiah 21:12.Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart;Star of the coming day!Arise, and with thy morning beamsChase all our griefs away!2Come, blesséd Lord! let every shoreAnd answering island singThe praises of thy royal name,And own thee as their King.3Bid the whole earth responsive now,To the bright world above,Break forth in sweetest strains of joyIn memory of thy love.4Jesus! thy fair creation groans,The air, the earth, the sea,In unison with all our hearts,And calls aloud for thee.5Thine was the cross, with all its fruitsOf grace and peace divine;Be thine the crown of glory now,The palm of victory thine!1272S. M.Matt. 13:8.God of the prophets’ power!God of the gospel’s sound!Move glorious on—send out thy voiceTo all the nations round.2With hearts and lips unfeigned,We bless thee for thy word;We praise thee for the joyful news,Which our glad ears have heard.3O may we treasure wellThe counsels that we hear,Till righteousness and holy joyIn all our hearts appear.4Water the sacred seed,And give it large increase;May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns,Prevent the fruits of peace.5And though we sow in tears,Our souls at last shall come,And gather in our sheaves with joy,At heaven’s great harvest-home.1273S. M.Rise, gracious God, and shine.Rise, gracious God, and shineIn all thy saving might;Now prosper every good design,To spread thy glorious light.2O bring the nations nearThat they may sing thy praise;Thy word let all the heathen hear,And learn thy holy ways.3Send forth thy glorious power;All nations then shall see,And earth present her grateful store,In converts born to thee.Pratt’s Coll.12748s, 7s & 4s.Love of God, all love excelling.Love of God, all love excelling!How can I its wonders tell!Now, my troubled spirit quelling,Now, it breaks the powers of hell:O what merciesStart beneath its magic spell!2Love of God, all love embracingIn its wide extended arms;All our doubts and fears displacing,Saves our souls from death’s alarms:O what sweetnessDwells within its blissful charms!3Love of God, all love possessing!Filling all our souls with joy;Pouring on each heart a blessing,Which no time can e’er destroy:Now may praisesAll our hearts and tongues employ.4Love of God, all love extendingFar o’er sea and ocean strands;Thou art on the breezes sendingJoyful news to distant lands:May thy triumphsBind the world within thy bands.W. T. Moore.12758s & 7s.Onward!Onward, onward, men of heaven!Bear the gospel banner high;Rest not till its light is given—Star of every pagan sky;Send it where the pilgrim strangerFaints beneath the torrid ray;Bid the hearty forest rangerHail it ere he fades away.2Where the Arctic ocean thunders,Where the tropics fiercely glow,Broadly spread its page of wonders,Brightly bid its radiance flow;India marks its luster stealing;Shivering Greenland loves its rays,Afric, ’mid her deserts kneeling,Lifts the untaught strain of praise.3Rude in speech, or wild in feature,Dark in spirit, though they be,Show that light to every creature—Prince or vassal, bond or free:Lo! they haste to every nation;Host on host the ranks supply:Onward! Christ is your salvation,And your death is victory.Mrs. Sigourney.12768s & 7s.Shout the tidings of salvation.Shout the tidings of salvation,To the agéd and the young;Till the precious invitationWaken every heart and tongue.CHORUS.Send the soundThe earth around,From the rising to the setting of the sun,Till each gathering crowdShall proclaim aloud,The glorious work is done.2Shout the tidings of salvation,O’er the prairies on the west;Till each gathering congregation,With the gospel sound is blest.3Shout the tidings of salvation,Mingling with the ocean’s roar;Till the ships of every nation,Bear the news from shore to shore.4Shout the tidings of salvationO’er the islands of the sea;Till, in humble adoration,All to Christ shall bow the knee.12778s & 7s.Quit you like men; be strong.1 Cor. 16:13.We are living, we are dwellingIn a grand and awful time,In an age on ages telling;To be living is sublime.2Hark! the onset! will ye fold yourFaith-clad arms in lazy lock?Up! O, up! thou drowsy soldier;Worlds are charging to the shock.3Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;Thou hast but an hour to fight;Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,On! right onward for the right.4On! let all the soul within youFor the truth’s sake go abroad:Strike! let every nerve and sinewTell on ages—tell for God.A. C. Coxe.1278P. M.God speed the right!Now to heaven our prayer ascending,God speed the right!In a noble cause extending,God speed the right!Be their zeal in heaven recorded,With success on earth rewarded,God speed the right!2Be that prayer again repeated,God speed the right!Ne’er despairing, though defeated,God speed the right!Like the good and great in story,If they fail, they fail with glory;God speed the right!3Patient, firm, and persevering,God speed the right!Ne’er the event or danger fearing,God speed the right!Pains, nor toils, nor trials heeding,And in heaven’s own time succeeding,God speed the right!4Still their onward course pursuing,God speed the right!Every foe at length subduing,God speed the right!Truth thy cause, whate’er delay it,There’s no power on earth can stay it,God speed the right!1279C. M.Blessed is the people that know, etc.Psalm 89:15.How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds!Its notes are grace and love;Its echo through the world resounds,From Jesus’ throne above.CHORUS.It is the sound, the joyful sound,Of mercy rich and free;Pardon it offers, peace proclaims,Sinner! it speaks to thee.2It tells the weary soul of rest,The poor of heavenly wealth,Of joy to heal the mourning breast;It brings the sin-sick health.3Its words announce a heavenly feast,Of water, milk, and wine,And manna in the wilderness,Provisions all divine.4It speaks of boundless grace, by whichThe vilest are forgiven;To Christians it proclaims a richInheritance in heaven.5To men of high and low degree,Its message is addressed;The Jew and Gentile, bond and free,Are with its blessings blessed.12808s, 7s & 4s.All the kindreds of the nations.Psalm 22:27.O’er the gloomy hills of darkness,Look, my soul, be still and gaze;All the promises do travailWith a glorious day of grace:Blessed jubilee,Let thy glorious morning dawn.2Let the Indian, let the negro,Let the rude barbarian see,That divine and glorious conquestOnce obtained on Calvary:Let the gospelLoud resound from pole to pole.3Kingdoms 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.4Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!Win and conquer! never cease!May thy lasting wide dominionMultiply and still increase!Sway thy scepter,Saviour, all the world around.Williams.12818s, 7s & 4s.The missionary’s farewell.Yes, my native land, I love thee;And all thy scenes, I love them well:Home and friends, and happy country,Can I bid you all farewell?Can I leave you,Far in heathen lands to dwell?2Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,Holy days and Sabbath bell,Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,Can I—can I say, farewell?Can I leave you,Far in heathen lands to dwell.3Yes, I hasten from you gladly;To the strangers let me tellHow he died—the blesséd Saviour—To redeem a world from hell:Let me hasten,Far in heathen lands to dwell.4Bear me on, thou restless ocean,From the scenes I love so well:Heaves my heart with warm emotionWhile I go far hence to dwell:Glad I bid thee,Native land, farewell, farewell!S. F. Smith.12828s, 7s & 4s.My name shall be great, etc.Mal. 1:11.Light of them that sit in darkness,Rise and shine! thy blessings bringLight to lighten all the Gentiles!Rise with healing on thy wing;To thy brightnessLet all kings and nations come.2May the heathen now adoringIdol-gods of wood and stone,Come, and, worshiping before him,Serve the living God alone!Let thy gloryFill the earth as floods the sea.3Thou to whom all power is given,Speak the word: at thy commandLet thy truth and faithful heraldsSpread thy name from land to land:Lord, be with themAlways to the end of time.12836s, 7s & 4.Farewell hymn for missionaries.Eternal Lord! whose powerCan calm the heaving ocean,Exalted thou,Yet gracious bow;Accept our warm devotion.2For thee, our all we leave,Nor drop a tear of sadness;As on we glide,Be thou our guide,And fill our hearts with gladness.3We go ’mid pagan gloomTo spread the truth victorious;Thy blessing send,Thy word attend,And make its triumph glorious.4And when our toils are done,Smooth thou the dying pillow:O, bring us blestTo endless rest,Safe o’er death’s troubled billow!Ray Palmer.128411s & 10s.The day of joy.Wake thee, O Zion! thy mourning is ended;God—thine own God—hath regarded thy prayer;Wake thee, and hail him in glory descended,Thy darkness to scatter—thy wastes to repair.2Wake thee, O Zion! his spirit of powerTo newness of life is awaking the dead;Array thee in beauty, and greet the glad hourThat brings thee salvation, through Jesus who bled.3Saviour, we gladly, with voices resoundingLoud as the thunder, our chorus would swell:Till from rock, wood and mountain, its echoes rebounding,To all the wide world of salvation shall tell.Palmer.12857s & 6s.Missionary hymn.From Greenland’s icy mountains,From India’s coral strand—Where Afric’s sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand—From many an ancient river,From many a palmy plain,They call us to deliverTheir land from error’s chain.2What though the spicy breezesBlow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle—Though every prospect pleases,And only man is vile;In vain with lavish kindnessThe gifts of God are strewn;The heathen, in their blindness,Bow down to wood and stone.3Shall we whose souls are lightedBy wisdom from on high—Shall we, to man benighted,The lamp of life deny?Salvation! O salvation!The joyful sound proclaim,Till earth’s remotest nationHas learned Messiah’s name.4Waft—waft, you winds, his story,And you, you 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 returns to reign.Heber.12867s & 5s.Rev. 11:6.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 love and trust,Spread the gospel’s joy.2Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward haste;Quickly on each mountain hightBe thy standard placed;Let thy blissful tidings floatFar o’er vale and hill,Till the sweetly-echoing noteEvery bosom thrill.3Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward fly!Long has been the reign of night;Bring the morning nigh:Unto thee earth’s sufferers liftTheir imploring wail;Bear them heavén’s holy gift,Ere their courage fail.4Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward speed!Morning bursts upon our sight,Lo! the time decreed:Now the Lord his kingdom takes,Thrones and empires fall;Now the joyous song awakes,“God is All in All!”S. F. Smith.12877s & 6s.Roll on, thou mighty ocean.Roll on, thou mighty ocean;And, as thy billows flow,Bear messengers of mercyTo every land below.2Arise, ye gales, and waft themSafe to the destined shore,That man may sit in darknessAnd death’s deep shade no more.3O thou eternal Ruler,Who holdest in thine armThe tempests of the ocean,Protect them from all harm.4O be thy presence with them,Wherever they may be;Though far from us who love them,O be they still with thee!Noel’s Coll.
1267L. M.All the ends of the world.Psalm 22:27.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.2Come from the west! the bond, the free;His easy service make your choice;Ye isles of the Pacific sea,Like halcyon nests, in God rejoice.3Come from the south! through the desert sandsA highway for the Lord prepare;Let Ethiopia stretch her hands,And Libya pour her soul in prayer.4Come from the north! let Europe raiseIn all her languages one song;Give God the glory, power, and praise,That to his holy name belong.
L. M.
All the ends of the world.Psalm 22:27.
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.
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.
2Come from the west! the bond, the free;His easy service make your choice;Ye isles of the Pacific sea,Like halcyon nests, in God rejoice.
2Come from the west! the bond, the free;
His easy service make your choice;
Ye isles of the Pacific sea,
Like halcyon nests, in God rejoice.
3Come from the south! through the desert sandsA highway for the Lord prepare;Let Ethiopia stretch her hands,And Libya pour her soul in prayer.
3Come from the south! through the desert sands
A highway for the Lord prepare;
Let Ethiopia stretch her hands,
And Libya pour her soul in prayer.
4Come from the north! let Europe raiseIn all her languages one song;Give God the glory, power, and praise,That to his holy name belong.
4Come from the north! let Europe raise
In all her languages one song;
Give God the glory, power, and praise,
That to his holy name belong.
1268L. M.Isaiah 51:9.Arm of the Lord, awake! awake!Put on thy strength, the nations shake,And let the world, adoring, seeTriumphs of mercy wrought by thee.2Say to the heathen, from thy throne,“I am Jehovah—God alone!”Thy voice their idols shall confound,And cast their altars to the ground.3No more let human blood be spilt—Vain sacrifice for human guilt!But to each conscience be appliedThe blood that flowed from Jesus’ side.4Let Zion’s time of favor come;O bring the tribes of Israel home!And let our wondering eyes beholdGentiles and Jews in Jesus’ fold.5Almighty God, thy grace proclaimIn, every land, of every name!Let adverse powers before thee fall,And crown the Saviour Lord of all.Shrubsole.
L. M.
Isaiah 51:9.
Arm of the Lord, awake! awake!Put on thy strength, the nations shake,And let the world, adoring, seeTriumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
Arm of the Lord, awake! awake!
Put on thy strength, the nations shake,
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
2Say to the heathen, from thy throne,“I am Jehovah—God alone!”Thy voice their idols shall confound,And cast their altars to the ground.
2Say to the heathen, from thy throne,
“I am Jehovah—God alone!”
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
3No more let human blood be spilt—Vain sacrifice for human guilt!But to each conscience be appliedThe blood that flowed from Jesus’ side.
3No more let human blood be spilt—
Vain sacrifice for human guilt!
But to each conscience be applied
The blood that flowed from Jesus’ side.
4Let Zion’s time of favor come;O bring the tribes of Israel home!And let our wondering eyes beholdGentiles and Jews in Jesus’ fold.
4Let Zion’s time of favor come;
O bring the tribes of Israel home!
And let our wondering eyes behold
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus’ fold.
5Almighty God, thy grace proclaimIn, every land, of every name!Let adverse powers before thee fall,And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
5Almighty God, thy grace proclaim
In, every land, of every name!
Let adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
Shrubsole.
1269L. M.Rev. 11:15.Soon may the last glad song ariseThrough all the millions of the skies;That song of triumph, which recordsThat all the earth is now the Lord’s.2Let thrones and powers and kingdoms beObedient, mighty God! to thee;And over land, and stream, and main,Now wave the scepter of thy reign.3O let that glorious anthem swell;Let host to host the triumph tell,That not one rebel heart remains,But over all the Saviour reigns.
L. M.
Rev. 11:15.
Soon may the last glad song ariseThrough all the millions of the skies;That song of triumph, which recordsThat all the earth is now the Lord’s.
Soon may the last glad song arise
Through all the millions of the skies;
That song of triumph, which records
That all the earth is now the Lord’s.
2Let thrones and powers and kingdoms beObedient, mighty God! to thee;And over land, and stream, and main,Now wave the scepter of thy reign.
2Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be
Obedient, mighty God! to thee;
And over land, and stream, and main,
Now wave the scepter of thy reign.
3O let that glorious anthem swell;Let host to host the triumph tell,That not one rebel heart remains,But over all the Saviour reigns.
3O let that glorious anthem swell;
Let host to host the triumph tell,
That not one rebel heart remains,
But over all the Saviour reigns.
1270C. M.Go unto all the world.Mar. 16:15.Go, and the Saviour’s grace proclaim,Ye messengers of God;Go, publish through Immanuel’s name,Salvation bought with blood.2What though your arduous task may lieThrough regions dark as death;What though your faith and zeal to try,Perils beset your path!3Yet, with determined courage, go;And armed with power divine,Your God will needful aid bestow,And on your labors shine.4He who has called you to the warWill recompense your pains;Before Messiah’s conquering carMountains shall sink to plains.5Shrink not though earth and hell oppose,But plead your Master’s cause;Nor doubt that e’en your mighty foesShall bow before his cross.Morell.
C. M.
Go unto all the world.Mar. 16:15.
Go, and the Saviour’s grace proclaim,Ye messengers of God;Go, publish through Immanuel’s name,Salvation bought with blood.
Go, and the Saviour’s grace proclaim,
Ye messengers of God;
Go, publish through Immanuel’s name,
Salvation bought with blood.
2What though your arduous task may lieThrough regions dark as death;What though your faith and zeal to try,Perils beset your path!
2What though your arduous task may lie
Through regions dark as death;
What though your faith and zeal to try,
Perils beset your path!
3Yet, with determined courage, go;And armed with power divine,Your God will needful aid bestow,And on your labors shine.
3Yet, with determined courage, go;
And armed with power divine,
Your God will needful aid bestow,
And on your labors shine.
4He who has called you to the warWill recompense your pains;Before Messiah’s conquering carMountains shall sink to plains.
4He who has called you to the war
Will recompense your pains;
Before Messiah’s conquering car
Mountains shall sink to plains.
5Shrink not though earth and hell oppose,But plead your Master’s cause;Nor doubt that e’en your mighty foesShall bow before his cross.
5Shrink not though earth and hell oppose,
But plead your Master’s cause;
Nor doubt that e’en your mighty foes
Shall bow before his cross.
Morell.
1271C. M.The morning cometh.Isaiah 21:12.Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart;Star of the coming day!Arise, and with thy morning beamsChase all our griefs away!2Come, blesséd Lord! let every shoreAnd answering island singThe praises of thy royal name,And own thee as their King.3Bid the whole earth responsive now,To the bright world above,Break forth in sweetest strains of joyIn memory of thy love.4Jesus! thy fair creation groans,The air, the earth, the sea,In unison with all our hearts,And calls aloud for thee.5Thine was the cross, with all its fruitsOf grace and peace divine;Be thine the crown of glory now,The palm of victory thine!
C. M.
The morning cometh.Isaiah 21:12.
Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart;Star of the coming day!Arise, and with thy morning beamsChase all our griefs away!
Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart;
Star of the coming day!
Arise, and with thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away!
2Come, blesséd Lord! let every shoreAnd answering island singThe praises of thy royal name,And own thee as their King.
2Come, blesséd Lord! let every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of thy royal name,
And own thee as their King.
3Bid the whole earth responsive now,To the bright world above,Break forth in sweetest strains of joyIn memory of thy love.
3Bid the whole earth responsive now,
To the bright world above,
Break forth in sweetest strains of joy
In memory of thy love.
4Jesus! thy fair creation groans,The air, the earth, the sea,In unison with all our hearts,And calls aloud for thee.
4Jesus! thy fair creation groans,
The air, the earth, the sea,
In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for thee.
5Thine was the cross, with all its fruitsOf grace and peace divine;Be thine the crown of glory now,The palm of victory thine!
5Thine was the cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace divine;
Be thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory thine!
1272S. M.Matt. 13:8.God of the prophets’ power!God of the gospel’s sound!Move glorious on—send out thy voiceTo all the nations round.2With hearts and lips unfeigned,We bless thee for thy word;We praise thee for the joyful news,Which our glad ears have heard.3O may we treasure wellThe counsels that we hear,Till righteousness and holy joyIn all our hearts appear.4Water the sacred seed,And give it large increase;May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns,Prevent the fruits of peace.5And though we sow in tears,Our souls at last shall come,And gather in our sheaves with joy,At heaven’s great harvest-home.
S. M.
Matt. 13:8.
God of the prophets’ power!God of the gospel’s sound!Move glorious on—send out thy voiceTo all the nations round.
God of the prophets’ power!
God of the gospel’s sound!
Move glorious on—send out thy voice
To all the nations round.
2With hearts and lips unfeigned,We bless thee for thy word;We praise thee for the joyful news,Which our glad ears have heard.
2With hearts and lips unfeigned,
We bless thee for thy word;
We praise thee for the joyful news,
Which our glad ears have heard.
3O may we treasure wellThe counsels that we hear,Till righteousness and holy joyIn all our hearts appear.
3O may we treasure well
The counsels that we hear,
Till righteousness and holy joy
In all our hearts appear.
4Water the sacred seed,And give it large increase;May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns,Prevent the fruits of peace.
4Water the sacred seed,
And give it large increase;
May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns,
Prevent the fruits of peace.
5And though we sow in tears,Our souls at last shall come,And gather in our sheaves with joy,At heaven’s great harvest-home.
5And though we sow in tears,
Our souls at last shall come,
And gather in our sheaves with joy,
At heaven’s great harvest-home.
1273S. M.Rise, gracious God, and shine.Rise, gracious God, and shineIn all thy saving might;Now prosper every good design,To spread thy glorious light.2O bring the nations nearThat they may sing thy praise;Thy word let all the heathen hear,And learn thy holy ways.3Send forth thy glorious power;All nations then shall see,And earth present her grateful store,In converts born to thee.Pratt’s Coll.
S. M.
Rise, gracious God, and shine.
Rise, gracious God, and shineIn all thy saving might;Now prosper every good design,To spread thy glorious light.
Rise, gracious God, and shine
In all thy saving might;
Now prosper every good design,
To spread thy glorious light.
2O bring the nations nearThat they may sing thy praise;Thy word let all the heathen hear,And learn thy holy ways.
2O bring the nations near
That they may sing thy praise;
Thy word let all the heathen hear,
And learn thy holy ways.
3Send forth thy glorious power;All nations then shall see,And earth present her grateful store,In converts born to thee.
3Send forth thy glorious power;
All nations then shall see,
And earth present her grateful store,
In converts born to thee.
Pratt’s Coll.
12748s, 7s & 4s.Love of God, all love excelling.Love of God, all love excelling!How can I its wonders tell!Now, my troubled spirit quelling,Now, it breaks the powers of hell:O what merciesStart beneath its magic spell!2Love of God, all love embracingIn its wide extended arms;All our doubts and fears displacing,Saves our souls from death’s alarms:O what sweetnessDwells within its blissful charms!3Love of God, all love possessing!Filling all our souls with joy;Pouring on each heart a blessing,Which no time can e’er destroy:Now may praisesAll our hearts and tongues employ.4Love of God, all love extendingFar o’er sea and ocean strands;Thou art on the breezes sendingJoyful news to distant lands:May thy triumphsBind the world within thy bands.W. T. Moore.
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Love of God, all love excelling.
Love of God, all love excelling!How can I its wonders tell!Now, my troubled spirit quelling,Now, it breaks the powers of hell:O what merciesStart beneath its magic spell!
Love of God, all love excelling!
How can I its wonders tell!
Now, my troubled spirit quelling,
Now, it breaks the powers of hell:
O what mercies
Start beneath its magic spell!
2Love of God, all love embracingIn its wide extended arms;All our doubts and fears displacing,Saves our souls from death’s alarms:O what sweetnessDwells within its blissful charms!
2Love of God, all love embracing
In its wide extended arms;
All our doubts and fears displacing,
Saves our souls from death’s alarms:
O what sweetness
Dwells within its blissful charms!
3Love of God, all love possessing!Filling all our souls with joy;Pouring on each heart a blessing,Which no time can e’er destroy:Now may praisesAll our hearts and tongues employ.
3Love of God, all love possessing!
Filling all our souls with joy;
Pouring on each heart a blessing,
Which no time can e’er destroy:
Now may praises
All our hearts and tongues employ.
4Love of God, all love extendingFar o’er sea and ocean strands;Thou art on the breezes sendingJoyful news to distant lands:May thy triumphsBind the world within thy bands.
4Love of God, all love extending
Far o’er sea and ocean strands;
Thou art on the breezes sending
Joyful news to distant lands:
May thy triumphs
Bind the world within thy bands.
W. T. Moore.
12758s & 7s.Onward!Onward, onward, men of heaven!Bear the gospel banner high;Rest not till its light is given—Star of every pagan sky;Send it where the pilgrim strangerFaints beneath the torrid ray;Bid the hearty forest rangerHail it ere he fades away.2Where the Arctic ocean thunders,Where the tropics fiercely glow,Broadly spread its page of wonders,Brightly bid its radiance flow;India marks its luster stealing;Shivering Greenland loves its rays,Afric, ’mid her deserts kneeling,Lifts the untaught strain of praise.3Rude in speech, or wild in feature,Dark in spirit, though they be,Show that light to every creature—Prince or vassal, bond or free:Lo! they haste to every nation;Host on host the ranks supply:Onward! Christ is your salvation,And your death is victory.Mrs. Sigourney.
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Onward!
Onward, onward, men of heaven!Bear the gospel banner high;Rest not till its light is given—Star of every pagan sky;Send it where the pilgrim strangerFaints beneath the torrid ray;Bid the hearty forest rangerHail it ere he fades away.
Onward, onward, men of heaven!
Bear the gospel banner high;
Rest not till its light is given—
Star of every pagan sky;
Send it where the pilgrim stranger
Faints beneath the torrid ray;
Bid the hearty forest ranger
Hail it ere he fades away.
2Where the Arctic ocean thunders,Where the tropics fiercely glow,Broadly spread its page of wonders,Brightly bid its radiance flow;India marks its luster stealing;Shivering Greenland loves its rays,Afric, ’mid her deserts kneeling,Lifts the untaught strain of praise.
2Where the Arctic ocean thunders,
Where the tropics fiercely glow,
Broadly spread its page of wonders,
Brightly bid its radiance flow;
India marks its luster stealing;
Shivering Greenland loves its rays,
Afric, ’mid her deserts kneeling,
Lifts the untaught strain of praise.
3Rude in speech, or wild in feature,Dark in spirit, though they be,Show that light to every creature—Prince or vassal, bond or free:Lo! they haste to every nation;Host on host the ranks supply:Onward! Christ is your salvation,And your death is victory.
3Rude in speech, or wild in feature,
Dark in spirit, though they be,
Show that light to every creature—
Prince or vassal, bond or free:
Lo! they haste to every nation;
Host on host the ranks supply:
Onward! Christ is your salvation,
And your death is victory.
Mrs. Sigourney.
12768s & 7s.Shout the tidings of salvation.Shout the tidings of salvation,To the agéd and the young;Till the precious invitationWaken every heart and tongue.CHORUS.Send the soundThe earth around,From the rising to the setting of the sun,Till each gathering crowdShall proclaim aloud,The glorious work is done.2Shout the tidings of salvation,O’er the prairies on the west;Till each gathering congregation,With the gospel sound is blest.3Shout the tidings of salvation,Mingling with the ocean’s roar;Till the ships of every nation,Bear the news from shore to shore.4Shout the tidings of salvationO’er the islands of the sea;Till, in humble adoration,All to Christ shall bow the knee.
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Shout the tidings of salvation.
Shout the tidings of salvation,To the agéd and the young;Till the precious invitationWaken every heart and tongue.CHORUS.Send the soundThe earth around,From the rising to the setting of the sun,Till each gathering crowdShall proclaim aloud,The glorious work is done.
Shout the tidings of salvation,
To the agéd and the young;
Till the precious invitation
Waken every heart and tongue.
CHORUS.
Send the sound
The earth around,
From the rising to the setting of the sun,
Till each gathering crowd
Shall proclaim aloud,
The glorious work is done.
2Shout the tidings of salvation,O’er the prairies on the west;Till each gathering congregation,With the gospel sound is blest.
2Shout the tidings of salvation,
O’er the prairies on the west;
Till each gathering congregation,
With the gospel sound is blest.
3Shout the tidings of salvation,Mingling with the ocean’s roar;Till the ships of every nation,Bear the news from shore to shore.
3Shout the tidings of salvation,
Mingling with the ocean’s roar;
Till the ships of every nation,
Bear the news from shore to shore.
4Shout the tidings of salvationO’er the islands of the sea;Till, in humble adoration,All to Christ shall bow the knee.
4Shout the tidings of salvation
O’er the islands of the sea;
Till, in humble adoration,
All to Christ shall bow the knee.
12778s & 7s.Quit you like men; be strong.1 Cor. 16:13.We are living, we are dwellingIn a grand and awful time,In an age on ages telling;To be living is sublime.2Hark! the onset! will ye fold yourFaith-clad arms in lazy lock?Up! O, up! thou drowsy soldier;Worlds are charging to the shock.3Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;Thou hast but an hour to fight;Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,On! right onward for the right.4On! let all the soul within youFor the truth’s sake go abroad:Strike! let every nerve and sinewTell on ages—tell for God.A. C. Coxe.
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Quit you like men; be strong.1 Cor. 16:13.
We are living, we are dwellingIn a grand and awful time,In an age on ages telling;To be living is sublime.
We are living, we are dwelling
In a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling;
To be living is sublime.
2Hark! the onset! will ye fold yourFaith-clad arms in lazy lock?Up! O, up! thou drowsy soldier;Worlds are charging to the shock.
2Hark! the onset! will ye fold your
Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?
Up! O, up! thou drowsy soldier;
Worlds are charging to the shock.
3Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;Thou hast but an hour to fight;Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,On! right onward for the right.
3Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,
On! right onward for the right.
4On! let all the soul within youFor the truth’s sake go abroad:Strike! let every nerve and sinewTell on ages—tell for God.
4On! let all the soul within you
For the truth’s sake go abroad:
Strike! let every nerve and sinew
Tell on ages—tell for God.
A. C. Coxe.
1278P. M.God speed the right!Now to heaven our prayer ascending,God speed the right!In a noble cause extending,God speed the right!Be their zeal in heaven recorded,With success on earth rewarded,God speed the right!2Be that prayer again repeated,God speed the right!Ne’er despairing, though defeated,God speed the right!Like the good and great in story,If they fail, they fail with glory;God speed the right!3Patient, firm, and persevering,God speed the right!Ne’er the event or danger fearing,God speed the right!Pains, nor toils, nor trials heeding,And in heaven’s own time succeeding,God speed the right!4Still their onward course pursuing,God speed the right!Every foe at length subduing,God speed the right!Truth thy cause, whate’er delay it,There’s no power on earth can stay it,God speed the right!
P. M.
God speed the right!
Now to heaven our prayer ascending,God speed the right!In a noble cause extending,God speed the right!Be their zeal in heaven recorded,With success on earth rewarded,God speed the right!
Now to heaven our prayer ascending,
God speed the right!
In a noble cause extending,
God speed the right!
Be their zeal in heaven recorded,
With success on earth rewarded,
God speed the right!
2Be that prayer again repeated,God speed the right!Ne’er despairing, though defeated,God speed the right!Like the good and great in story,If they fail, they fail with glory;God speed the right!
2Be that prayer again repeated,
God speed the right!
Ne’er despairing, though defeated,
God speed the right!
Like the good and great in story,
If they fail, they fail with glory;
God speed the right!
3Patient, firm, and persevering,God speed the right!Ne’er the event or danger fearing,God speed the right!Pains, nor toils, nor trials heeding,And in heaven’s own time succeeding,God speed the right!
3Patient, firm, and persevering,
God speed the right!
Ne’er the event or danger fearing,
God speed the right!
Pains, nor toils, nor trials heeding,
And in heaven’s own time succeeding,
God speed the right!
4Still their onward course pursuing,God speed the right!Every foe at length subduing,God speed the right!Truth thy cause, whate’er delay it,There’s no power on earth can stay it,God speed the right!
4Still their onward course pursuing,
God speed the right!
Every foe at length subduing,
God speed the right!
Truth thy cause, whate’er delay it,
There’s no power on earth can stay it,
God speed the right!
1279C. M.Blessed is the people that know, etc.Psalm 89:15.How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds!Its notes are grace and love;Its echo through the world resounds,From Jesus’ throne above.CHORUS.It is the sound, the joyful sound,Of mercy rich and free;Pardon it offers, peace proclaims,Sinner! it speaks to thee.2It tells the weary soul of rest,The poor of heavenly wealth,Of joy to heal the mourning breast;It brings the sin-sick health.3Its words announce a heavenly feast,Of water, milk, and wine,And manna in the wilderness,Provisions all divine.4It speaks of boundless grace, by whichThe vilest are forgiven;To Christians it proclaims a richInheritance in heaven.5To men of high and low degree,Its message is addressed;The Jew and Gentile, bond and free,Are with its blessings blessed.
C. M.
Blessed is the people that know, etc.Psalm 89:15.
How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds!Its notes are grace and love;Its echo through the world resounds,From Jesus’ throne above.CHORUS.It is the sound, the joyful sound,Of mercy rich and free;Pardon it offers, peace proclaims,Sinner! it speaks to thee.
How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds!
Its notes are grace and love;
Its echo through the world resounds,
From Jesus’ throne above.
CHORUS.
It is the sound, the joyful sound,
Of mercy rich and free;
Pardon it offers, peace proclaims,
Sinner! it speaks to thee.
2It tells the weary soul of rest,The poor of heavenly wealth,Of joy to heal the mourning breast;It brings the sin-sick health.
2It tells the weary soul of rest,
The poor of heavenly wealth,
Of joy to heal the mourning breast;
It brings the sin-sick health.
3Its words announce a heavenly feast,Of water, milk, and wine,And manna in the wilderness,Provisions all divine.
3Its words announce a heavenly feast,
Of water, milk, and wine,
And manna in the wilderness,
Provisions all divine.
4It speaks of boundless grace, by whichThe vilest are forgiven;To Christians it proclaims a richInheritance in heaven.
4It speaks of boundless grace, by which
The vilest are forgiven;
To Christians it proclaims a rich
Inheritance in heaven.
5To men of high and low degree,Its message is addressed;The Jew and Gentile, bond and free,Are with its blessings blessed.
5To men of high and low degree,
Its message is addressed;
The Jew and Gentile, bond and free,
Are with its blessings blessed.
12808s, 7s & 4s.All the kindreds of the nations.Psalm 22:27.O’er the gloomy hills of darkness,Look, my soul, be still and gaze;All the promises do travailWith a glorious day of grace:Blessed jubilee,Let thy glorious morning dawn.2Let the Indian, let the negro,Let the rude barbarian see,That divine and glorious conquestOnce obtained on Calvary:Let the gospelLoud resound from pole to pole.3Kingdoms 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.4Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!Win and conquer! never cease!May thy lasting wide dominionMultiply and still increase!Sway thy scepter,Saviour, all the world around.Williams.
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All the kindreds of the nations.Psalm 22:27.
O’er the gloomy hills of darkness,Look, my soul, be still and gaze;All the promises do travailWith a glorious day of grace:Blessed jubilee,Let thy glorious morning dawn.
O’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.
2Let the Indian, let the negro,Let the rude barbarian see,That divine and glorious conquestOnce obtained on Calvary:Let the gospelLoud resound from pole to pole.
2Let the Indian, let the negro,
Let the rude barbarian see,
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtained on Calvary:
Let the gospel
Loud resound from pole to pole.
3Kingdoms 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.
3Kingdoms 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.
4Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!Win and conquer! never cease!May thy lasting wide dominionMultiply and still increase!Sway thy scepter,Saviour, all the world around.
4Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!
Win and conquer! never cease!
May thy lasting wide dominion
Multiply and still increase!
Sway thy scepter,
Saviour, all the world around.
Williams.
12818s, 7s & 4s.The missionary’s farewell.Yes, my native land, I love thee;And all thy scenes, I love them well:Home and friends, and happy country,Can I bid you all farewell?Can I leave you,Far in heathen lands to dwell?2Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,Holy days and Sabbath bell,Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,Can I—can I say, farewell?Can I leave you,Far in heathen lands to dwell.3Yes, I hasten from you gladly;To the strangers let me tellHow he died—the blesséd Saviour—To redeem a world from hell:Let me hasten,Far in heathen lands to dwell.4Bear me on, thou restless ocean,From the scenes I love so well:Heaves my heart with warm emotionWhile I go far hence to dwell:Glad I bid thee,Native land, farewell, farewell!S. F. Smith.
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The missionary’s farewell.
Yes, my native land, I love thee;And all thy scenes, I love them well:Home and friends, and happy country,Can I bid you all farewell?Can I leave you,Far in heathen lands to dwell?
Yes, my native land, I love thee;
And all thy scenes, I love them well:
Home and friends, and happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
2Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,Holy days and Sabbath bell,Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,Can I—can I say, farewell?Can I leave you,Far in heathen lands to dwell.
2Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,
Can I—can I say, farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
3Yes, I hasten from you gladly;To the strangers let me tellHow he died—the blesséd Saviour—To redeem a world from hell:Let me hasten,Far in heathen lands to dwell.
3Yes, I hasten from you gladly;
To the strangers let me tell
How he died—the blesséd Saviour—
To redeem a world from hell:
Let me hasten,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
4Bear me on, thou restless ocean,From the scenes I love so well:Heaves my heart with warm emotionWhile I go far hence to dwell:Glad I bid thee,Native land, farewell, farewell!
4Bear me on, thou restless ocean,
From the scenes I love so well:
Heaves my heart with warm emotion
While I go far hence to dwell:
Glad I bid thee,
Native land, farewell, farewell!
S. F. Smith.
12828s, 7s & 4s.My name shall be great, etc.Mal. 1:11.Light of them that sit in darkness,Rise and shine! thy blessings bringLight to lighten all the Gentiles!Rise with healing on thy wing;To thy brightnessLet all kings and nations come.2May the heathen now adoringIdol-gods of wood and stone,Come, and, worshiping before him,Serve the living God alone!Let thy gloryFill the earth as floods the sea.3Thou to whom all power is given,Speak the word: at thy commandLet thy truth and faithful heraldsSpread thy name from land to land:Lord, be with themAlways to the end of time.
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My name shall be great, etc.Mal. 1:11.
Light of them that sit in darkness,Rise and shine! thy blessings bringLight to lighten all the Gentiles!Rise with healing on thy wing;To thy brightnessLet all kings and nations come.
Light of them that sit in darkness,
Rise and shine! thy blessings bring
Light to lighten all the Gentiles!
Rise with healing on thy wing;
To thy brightness
Let all kings and nations come.
2May the heathen now adoringIdol-gods of wood and stone,Come, and, worshiping before him,Serve the living God alone!Let thy gloryFill the earth as floods the sea.
2May the heathen now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and, worshiping before him,
Serve the living God alone!
Let thy glory
Fill the earth as floods the sea.
3Thou to whom all power is given,Speak the word: at thy commandLet thy truth and faithful heraldsSpread thy name from land to land:Lord, be with themAlways to the end of time.
3Thou to whom all power is given,
Speak the word: at thy command
Let thy truth and faithful heralds
Spread thy name from land to land:
Lord, be with them
Always to the end of time.
12836s, 7s & 4.Farewell hymn for missionaries.Eternal Lord! whose powerCan calm the heaving ocean,Exalted thou,Yet gracious bow;Accept our warm devotion.2For thee, our all we leave,Nor drop a tear of sadness;As on we glide,Be thou our guide,And fill our hearts with gladness.3We go ’mid pagan gloomTo spread the truth victorious;Thy blessing send,Thy word attend,And make its triumph glorious.4And when our toils are done,Smooth thou the dying pillow:O, bring us blestTo endless rest,Safe o’er death’s troubled billow!Ray Palmer.
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Farewell hymn for missionaries.
Eternal Lord! whose powerCan calm the heaving ocean,Exalted thou,Yet gracious bow;Accept our warm devotion.
Eternal Lord! whose power
Can calm the heaving ocean,
Exalted thou,
Yet gracious bow;
Accept our warm devotion.
2For thee, our all we leave,Nor drop a tear of sadness;As on we glide,Be thou our guide,And fill our hearts with gladness.
2For thee, our all we leave,
Nor drop a tear of sadness;
As on we glide,
Be thou our guide,
And fill our hearts with gladness.
3We go ’mid pagan gloomTo spread the truth victorious;Thy blessing send,Thy word attend,And make its triumph glorious.
3We go ’mid pagan gloom
To spread the truth victorious;
Thy blessing send,
Thy word attend,
And make its triumph glorious.
4And when our toils are done,Smooth thou the dying pillow:O, bring us blestTo endless rest,Safe o’er death’s troubled billow!
4And when our toils are done,
Smooth thou the dying pillow:
O, bring us blest
To endless rest,
Safe o’er death’s troubled billow!
Ray Palmer.
128411s & 10s.The day of joy.Wake thee, O Zion! thy mourning is ended;God—thine own God—hath regarded thy prayer;Wake thee, and hail him in glory descended,Thy darkness to scatter—thy wastes to repair.2Wake thee, O Zion! his spirit of powerTo newness of life is awaking the dead;Array thee in beauty, and greet the glad hourThat brings thee salvation, through Jesus who bled.3Saviour, we gladly, with voices resoundingLoud as the thunder, our chorus would swell:Till from rock, wood and mountain, its echoes rebounding,To all the wide world of salvation shall tell.Palmer.
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The day of joy.
Wake thee, O Zion! thy mourning is ended;God—thine own God—hath regarded thy prayer;Wake thee, and hail him in glory descended,Thy darkness to scatter—thy wastes to repair.
Wake thee, O Zion! thy mourning is ended;
God—thine own God—hath regarded thy prayer;
Wake thee, and hail him in glory descended,
Thy darkness to scatter—thy wastes to repair.
2Wake thee, O Zion! his spirit of powerTo newness of life is awaking the dead;Array thee in beauty, and greet the glad hourThat brings thee salvation, through Jesus who bled.
2Wake thee, O Zion! his spirit of power
To newness of life is awaking the dead;
Array thee in beauty, and greet the glad hour
That brings thee salvation, through Jesus who bled.
3Saviour, we gladly, with voices resoundingLoud as the thunder, our chorus would swell:Till from rock, wood and mountain, its echoes rebounding,To all the wide world of salvation shall tell.
3Saviour, we gladly, with voices resounding
Loud as the thunder, our chorus would swell:
Till from rock, wood and mountain, its echoes rebounding,
To all the wide world of salvation shall tell.
Palmer.
12857s & 6s.Missionary hymn.From Greenland’s icy mountains,From India’s coral strand—Where Afric’s sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand—From many an ancient river,From many a palmy plain,They call us to deliverTheir land from error’s chain.2What though the spicy breezesBlow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle—Though every prospect pleases,And only man is vile;In vain with lavish kindnessThe gifts of God are strewn;The heathen, in their blindness,Bow down to wood and stone.3Shall we whose souls are lightedBy wisdom from on high—Shall we, to man benighted,The lamp of life deny?Salvation! O salvation!The joyful sound proclaim,Till earth’s remotest nationHas learned Messiah’s name.4Waft—waft, you winds, his story,And you, you 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 returns to reign.Heber.
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Missionary hymn.
From Greenland’s icy mountains,From India’s coral strand—Where Afric’s sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand—From many an ancient river,From many a palmy plain,They call us to deliverTheir land from error’s chain.
From 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.
2What though the spicy breezesBlow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle—Though every prospect pleases,And only man is vile;In vain with lavish kindnessThe gifts of God are strewn;The heathen, in their blindness,Bow down to wood and stone.
2What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle—
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn;
The heathen, in their blindness,
Bow down to wood and stone.
3Shall we whose souls are lightedBy wisdom from on high—Shall we, to man benighted,The lamp of life deny?Salvation! O salvation!The joyful sound proclaim,Till earth’s remotest nationHas learned Messiah’s name.
3Shall we whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high—
Shall we, to man benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation
Has learned Messiah’s name.
4Waft—waft, you winds, his story,And you, you 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 returns to reign.
4Waft—waft, you winds, his story,
And you, you 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 returns to reign.
Heber.
12867s & 5s.Rev. 11:6.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 love and trust,Spread the gospel’s joy.2Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward haste;Quickly on each mountain hightBe thy standard placed;Let thy blissful tidings floatFar o’er vale and hill,Till the sweetly-echoing noteEvery bosom thrill.3Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward fly!Long has been the reign of night;Bring the morning nigh:Unto thee earth’s sufferers liftTheir imploring wail;Bear them heavén’s holy gift,Ere their courage fail.4Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward speed!Morning bursts upon our sight,Lo! the time decreed:Now the Lord his kingdom takes,Thrones and empires fall;Now the joyous song awakes,“God is All in All!”S. F. Smith.
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Rev. 11:6.
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 love and trust,Spread the gospel’s joy.
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 love and trust,
Spread the gospel’s joy.
2Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward haste;Quickly on each mountain hightBe thy standard placed;Let thy blissful tidings floatFar o’er vale and hill,Till the sweetly-echoing noteEvery bosom thrill.
2Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward haste;
Quickly on each mountain hight
Be thy standard placed;
Let thy blissful tidings float
Far o’er vale and hill,
Till the sweetly-echoing note
Every bosom thrill.
3Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward fly!Long has been the reign of night;Bring the morning nigh:Unto thee earth’s sufferers liftTheir imploring wail;Bear them heavén’s holy gift,Ere their courage fail.
3Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward fly!
Long has been the reign of night;
Bring the morning nigh:
Unto thee earth’s sufferers lift
Their imploring wail;
Bear them heavén’s holy gift,
Ere their courage fail.
4Onward speed thy conquering flight,Angel, onward speed!Morning bursts upon our sight,Lo! the time decreed:Now the Lord his kingdom takes,Thrones and empires fall;Now the joyous song awakes,“God is All in All!”
4Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward speed!
Morning bursts upon our sight,
Lo! the time decreed:
Now the Lord his kingdom takes,
Thrones and empires fall;
Now the joyous song awakes,
“God is All in All!”
S. F. Smith.
12877s & 6s.Roll on, thou mighty ocean.Roll on, thou mighty ocean;And, as thy billows flow,Bear messengers of mercyTo every land below.2Arise, ye gales, and waft themSafe to the destined shore,That man may sit in darknessAnd death’s deep shade no more.3O thou eternal Ruler,Who holdest in thine armThe tempests of the ocean,Protect them from all harm.4O be thy presence with them,Wherever they may be;Though far from us who love them,O be they still with thee!Noel’s Coll.
7s & 6s.
Roll on, thou mighty ocean.
Roll on, thou mighty ocean;And, as thy billows flow,Bear messengers of mercyTo every land below.
Roll on, thou mighty ocean;
And, as thy billows flow,
Bear messengers of mercy
To every land below.
2Arise, ye gales, and waft themSafe to the destined shore,That man may sit in darknessAnd death’s deep shade no more.
2Arise, ye gales, and waft them
Safe to the destined shore,
That man may sit in darkness
And death’s deep shade no more.
3O thou eternal Ruler,Who holdest in thine armThe tempests of the ocean,Protect them from all harm.
3O thou eternal Ruler,
Who holdest in thine arm
The tempests of the ocean,
Protect them from all harm.
4O be thy presence with them,Wherever they may be;Though far from us who love them,O be they still with thee!
4O be thy presence with them,
Wherever they may be;
Though far from us who love them,
O be they still with thee!
Noel’s Coll.
THE SEA.1288L. M. 6 lines.They that go down, etc.Psalm 107:23.Eternal Father! strong to save,Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,Who biddest the mighty ocean deepIts own appointed limits keep;O hear us when we cry to theeFor those in peril on the sea!2O Christ! whose voice the waters heard,And hushed their raging at thy word,Who walkédst on the foaming deep,And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;O hear us when we cry to theeFor those in peril on the sea!3O God of boundless love and power!Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;From rock and tempest, fire and foe,Protect them wheresoe’er they go,Thus evermore shall rise to theeGlad hymns of praise from land and sea.Hymns, anc. & mod.1289L. M.He raiseth the stormy wind.Psalm 107:25.Glory to thee, whose powerful wordBids the tempestuous wind arise;Glory to thee, the sovereign LordOf air and earth, and seas and skies.2Let air and earth and skies obey,And seas thy awful will perform;From them we learn to own thy sway,And shout to meet the gathering storm.3What though the floods lift up their voice,Thou hearest, Lord, our silent cry;They can not damp thy children’s joys,Or shake the soul, while God is nigh.4Roar on, ye waves! our souls defyYour roaring to disturb their rest;In vain to impair the calm ye try—The calm in a believer’s breast.C. Wesley.1290L. M.The Lord is mightier, etc.Psalm 93:4.The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,The mighty floods lift up their roar;The floods in tumult loud rejoice,And climb in foam the sounding shore.2But mightier than the mighty sea,The Lord of glory reigns on high;Far o’er its waves we look to thee,And see their fury break and die.3Thy word is true, thy promise sure,That ancient promise sealed in love;Here be thy temple ever pure,As thy pure mansions shine above.G. Burgess.1291L. M.Rocked in the cradle of the deep.Rocked in the cradle of the deep,I lay me down in peace to sleep;Secure I rest upon the wave,For thou, O Lord! hast power to save.2I know thou wilt not slight my call!For thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall!And calm and peaceful is my sleep,Rocked in the cradle of the deep.3And such the trust that still were mine,Though stormy winds swept o’er the brine,Or though the tempest’s fiery breathRoused me from sleep to wreck and death!4In ocean caves still safe with thee,The germs of immortality;And calm and peaceful is my sleep,Rocked in the cradle of the deep.Mrs. Willard.1292C. M.Let not the deep swallow me up.Psalm 69:15.How are thy servants blest, O Lord!How sure is their defense!Eternal Wisdom is their guide,Their help, Omnipotence.2In foreign realms, and lands remote,Supported by thy care,Through burning climes they pass unhurt,And breathe in tainted air.3When by the dreadful tempest borneHigh on the broken wave,They know thou art not slow to hear,Nor impotent to save.4The storm is laid, the winds retire,Obedient to thy will;The sea, that roars at thy command,At thy command is still.5In midst of dangers, fears and deaths,Thy goodness I’ll adore;I’ll praise thee for thy mercies past,And humbly hope for more.Addison.1293C. M.Thy path in the great waters.Psalm 77:19.Thy way is in the deep, O Lord!E’en there we’ll go with thee;We’ll meet the tempest at thy word,And walk upon the sea!2Poor tremblers at his rougher wind,Why do we doubt him so?Who gives the storm a path, will findThe way our feet shall go.3A moment may his hand be lost,Drear moment of delay!—We cry, “Lord, help the tempest tost,”And safe we’re borne away.12948s, 7s & 4s.Far, far at sea.Star of peace, to wanderers weary,Bright the beams that smile on me;Cheer the pilot’s vision dreary,Far, far at sea.2Star of Hope, gleam on the billow,Bless the soul that sighs for thee;Bless the sailor’s lonely pillow,Far, far at sea.3Star of faith, when winds are mockingAll his toil, he flies to thee;Save him, on the billows rocking,Far, far at sea.4Star Divine! O, safely guide him—Bring the wanderer home to thee;Sore temptations long have tried him,Far, far at sea.12957s.Thou rulest the raging of the sea.Psalm 89:9.Lord! whom winds and seas obey,Guide us through the watery way;In the hollow of thy handHide, and bring us safe to land.2Jesus! let our faithful mindRest, on thee alone reclined;Every anxious thought repress;Keep our souls in perfect peace.3Keep the souls whom now we leave;Bid them to each other cleave:Bid them walk on life’s rough sea;Bid them come by faith to thee.4Save, till all these tempests end,All who on thy love depend;Waft our happy spirits o’er,Land us on the heavenly shore.C. Wesley.129612s.Lord, save, or we perish.When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish,We fly to our Maker—Save, Lord, or we perish!2O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,Who cries, in his anguish—Save, Lord, or we perish!3And, O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging,Then send down thy grace, thy redeeméd to cherish;Rebuke the destroyer—Save, Lord, or we perish!Heber.
1288L. M. 6 lines.They that go down, etc.Psalm 107:23.Eternal Father! strong to save,Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,Who biddest the mighty ocean deepIts own appointed limits keep;O hear us when we cry to theeFor those in peril on the sea!2O Christ! whose voice the waters heard,And hushed their raging at thy word,Who walkédst on the foaming deep,And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;O hear us when we cry to theeFor those in peril on the sea!3O God of boundless love and power!Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;From rock and tempest, fire and foe,Protect them wheresoe’er they go,Thus evermore shall rise to theeGlad hymns of praise from land and sea.Hymns, anc. & mod.
L. M. 6 lines.
They that go down, etc.Psalm 107:23.
Eternal Father! strong to save,Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,Who biddest the mighty ocean deepIts own appointed limits keep;O hear us when we cry to theeFor those in peril on the sea!
Eternal Father! strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea!
2O Christ! whose voice the waters heard,And hushed their raging at thy word,Who walkédst on the foaming deep,And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;O hear us when we cry to theeFor those in peril on the sea!
2O Christ! whose voice the waters heard,
And hushed their raging at thy word,
Who walkédst on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea!
3O God of boundless love and power!Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;From rock and tempest, fire and foe,Protect them wheresoe’er they go,Thus evermore shall rise to theeGlad hymns of praise from land and sea.
3O God of boundless love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe’er they go,
Thus evermore shall rise to thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
Hymns, anc. & mod.
1289L. M.He raiseth the stormy wind.Psalm 107:25.Glory to thee, whose powerful wordBids the tempestuous wind arise;Glory to thee, the sovereign LordOf air and earth, and seas and skies.2Let air and earth and skies obey,And seas thy awful will perform;From them we learn to own thy sway,And shout to meet the gathering storm.3What though the floods lift up their voice,Thou hearest, Lord, our silent cry;They can not damp thy children’s joys,Or shake the soul, while God is nigh.4Roar on, ye waves! our souls defyYour roaring to disturb their rest;In vain to impair the calm ye try—The calm in a believer’s breast.C. Wesley.
L. M.
He raiseth the stormy wind.Psalm 107:25.
Glory to thee, whose powerful wordBids the tempestuous wind arise;Glory to thee, the sovereign LordOf air and earth, and seas and skies.
Glory to thee, whose powerful word
Bids the tempestuous wind arise;
Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord
Of air and earth, and seas and skies.
2Let air and earth and skies obey,And seas thy awful will perform;From them we learn to own thy sway,And shout to meet the gathering storm.
2Let air and earth and skies obey,
And seas thy awful will perform;
From them we learn to own thy sway,
And shout to meet the gathering storm.
3What though the floods lift up their voice,Thou hearest, Lord, our silent cry;They can not damp thy children’s joys,Or shake the soul, while God is nigh.
3What though the floods lift up their voice,
Thou hearest, Lord, our silent cry;
They can not damp thy children’s joys,
Or shake the soul, while God is nigh.
4Roar on, ye waves! our souls defyYour roaring to disturb their rest;In vain to impair the calm ye try—The calm in a believer’s breast.
4Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb their rest;
In vain to impair the calm ye try—
The calm in a believer’s breast.
C. Wesley.
1290L. M.The Lord is mightier, etc.Psalm 93:4.The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,The mighty floods lift up their roar;The floods in tumult loud rejoice,And climb in foam the sounding shore.2But mightier than the mighty sea,The Lord of glory reigns on high;Far o’er its waves we look to thee,And see their fury break and die.3Thy word is true, thy promise sure,That ancient promise sealed in love;Here be thy temple ever pure,As thy pure mansions shine above.G. Burgess.
L. M.
The Lord is mightier, etc.Psalm 93:4.
The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,The mighty floods lift up their roar;The floods in tumult loud rejoice,And climb in foam the sounding shore.
The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
The mighty floods lift up their roar;
The floods in tumult loud rejoice,
And climb in foam the sounding shore.
2But mightier than the mighty sea,The Lord of glory reigns on high;Far o’er its waves we look to thee,And see their fury break and die.
2But mightier than the mighty sea,
The Lord of glory reigns on high;
Far o’er its waves we look to thee,
And see their fury break and die.
3Thy word is true, thy promise sure,That ancient promise sealed in love;Here be thy temple ever pure,As thy pure mansions shine above.
3Thy word is true, thy promise sure,
That ancient promise sealed in love;
Here be thy temple ever pure,
As thy pure mansions shine above.
G. Burgess.
1291L. M.Rocked in the cradle of the deep.Rocked in the cradle of the deep,I lay me down in peace to sleep;Secure I rest upon the wave,For thou, O Lord! hast power to save.2I know thou wilt not slight my call!For thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall!And calm and peaceful is my sleep,Rocked in the cradle of the deep.3And such the trust that still were mine,Though stormy winds swept o’er the brine,Or though the tempest’s fiery breathRoused me from sleep to wreck and death!4In ocean caves still safe with thee,The germs of immortality;And calm and peaceful is my sleep,Rocked in the cradle of the deep.Mrs. Willard.
L. M.
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
Rocked in the cradle of the deep,I lay me down in peace to sleep;Secure I rest upon the wave,For thou, O Lord! hast power to save.
Rocked in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,
For thou, O Lord! hast power to save.
2I know thou wilt not slight my call!For thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall!And calm and peaceful is my sleep,Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
2I know thou wilt not slight my call!
For thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall!
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
3And such the trust that still were mine,Though stormy winds swept o’er the brine,Or though the tempest’s fiery breathRoused me from sleep to wreck and death!
3And such the trust that still were mine,
Though stormy winds swept o’er the brine,
Or though the tempest’s fiery breath
Roused me from sleep to wreck and death!
4In ocean caves still safe with thee,The germs of immortality;And calm and peaceful is my sleep,Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
4In ocean caves still safe with thee,
The germs of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
Mrs. Willard.
1292C. M.Let not the deep swallow me up.Psalm 69:15.How are thy servants blest, O Lord!How sure is their defense!Eternal Wisdom is their guide,Their help, Omnipotence.2In foreign realms, and lands remote,Supported by thy care,Through burning climes they pass unhurt,And breathe in tainted air.3When by the dreadful tempest borneHigh on the broken wave,They know thou art not slow to hear,Nor impotent to save.4The storm is laid, the winds retire,Obedient to thy will;The sea, that roars at thy command,At thy command is still.5In midst of dangers, fears and deaths,Thy goodness I’ll adore;I’ll praise thee for thy mercies past,And humbly hope for more.Addison.
C. M.
Let not the deep swallow me up.Psalm 69:15.
How are thy servants blest, O Lord!How sure is their defense!Eternal Wisdom is their guide,Their help, Omnipotence.
How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defense!
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.
2In foreign realms, and lands remote,Supported by thy care,Through burning climes they pass unhurt,And breathe in tainted air.
2In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.
3When by the dreadful tempest borneHigh on the broken wave,They know thou art not slow to hear,Nor impotent to save.
3When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
4The storm is laid, the winds retire,Obedient to thy will;The sea, that roars at thy command,At thy command is still.
4The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.
5In midst of dangers, fears and deaths,Thy goodness I’ll adore;I’ll praise thee for thy mercies past,And humbly hope for more.
5In midst of dangers, fears and deaths,
Thy goodness I’ll adore;
I’ll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
Addison.
1293C. M.Thy path in the great waters.Psalm 77:19.Thy way is in the deep, O Lord!E’en there we’ll go with thee;We’ll meet the tempest at thy word,And walk upon the sea!2Poor tremblers at his rougher wind,Why do we doubt him so?Who gives the storm a path, will findThe way our feet shall go.3A moment may his hand be lost,Drear moment of delay!—We cry, “Lord, help the tempest tost,”And safe we’re borne away.
C. M.
Thy path in the great waters.Psalm 77:19.
Thy way is in the deep, O Lord!E’en there we’ll go with thee;We’ll meet the tempest at thy word,And walk upon the sea!
Thy way is in the deep, O Lord!
E’en there we’ll go with thee;
We’ll meet the tempest at thy word,
And walk upon the sea!
2Poor tremblers at his rougher wind,Why do we doubt him so?Who gives the storm a path, will findThe way our feet shall go.
2Poor tremblers at his rougher wind,
Why do we doubt him so?
Who gives the storm a path, will find
The way our feet shall go.
3A moment may his hand be lost,Drear moment of delay!—We cry, “Lord, help the tempest tost,”And safe we’re borne away.
3A moment may his hand be lost,
Drear moment of delay!—
We cry, “Lord, help the tempest tost,”
And safe we’re borne away.
12948s, 7s & 4s.Far, far at sea.Star of peace, to wanderers weary,Bright the beams that smile on me;Cheer the pilot’s vision dreary,Far, far at sea.2Star of Hope, gleam on the billow,Bless the soul that sighs for thee;Bless the sailor’s lonely pillow,Far, far at sea.3Star of faith, when winds are mockingAll his toil, he flies to thee;Save him, on the billows rocking,Far, far at sea.4Star Divine! O, safely guide him—Bring the wanderer home to thee;Sore temptations long have tried him,Far, far at sea.
8s, 7s & 4s.
Far, far at sea.
Star of peace, to wanderers weary,Bright the beams that smile on me;Cheer the pilot’s vision dreary,Far, far at sea.
Star of peace, to wanderers weary,
Bright the beams that smile on me;
Cheer the pilot’s vision dreary,
Far, far at sea.
2Star of Hope, gleam on the billow,Bless the soul that sighs for thee;Bless the sailor’s lonely pillow,Far, far at sea.
2Star of Hope, gleam on the billow,
Bless the soul that sighs for thee;
Bless the sailor’s lonely pillow,
Far, far at sea.
3Star of faith, when winds are mockingAll his toil, he flies to thee;Save him, on the billows rocking,Far, far at sea.
3Star of faith, when winds are mocking
All his toil, he flies to thee;
Save him, on the billows rocking,
Far, far at sea.
4Star Divine! O, safely guide him—Bring the wanderer home to thee;Sore temptations long have tried him,Far, far at sea.
4Star Divine! O, safely guide him—
Bring the wanderer home to thee;
Sore temptations long have tried him,
Far, far at sea.
12957s.Thou rulest the raging of the sea.Psalm 89:9.Lord! whom winds and seas obey,Guide us through the watery way;In the hollow of thy handHide, and bring us safe to land.2Jesus! let our faithful mindRest, on thee alone reclined;Every anxious thought repress;Keep our souls in perfect peace.3Keep the souls whom now we leave;Bid them to each other cleave:Bid them walk on life’s rough sea;Bid them come by faith to thee.4Save, till all these tempests end,All who on thy love depend;Waft our happy spirits o’er,Land us on the heavenly shore.C. Wesley.
7s.
Thou rulest the raging of the sea.Psalm 89:9.
Lord! whom winds and seas obey,Guide us through the watery way;In the hollow of thy handHide, and bring us safe to land.
Lord! whom winds and seas obey,
Guide us through the watery way;
In the hollow of thy hand
Hide, and bring us safe to land.
2Jesus! let our faithful mindRest, on thee alone reclined;Every anxious thought repress;Keep our souls in perfect peace.
2Jesus! let our faithful mind
Rest, on thee alone reclined;
Every anxious thought repress;
Keep our souls in perfect peace.
3Keep the souls whom now we leave;Bid them to each other cleave:Bid them walk on life’s rough sea;Bid them come by faith to thee.
3Keep the souls whom now we leave;
Bid them to each other cleave:
Bid them walk on life’s rough sea;
Bid them come by faith to thee.
4Save, till all these tempests end,All who on thy love depend;Waft our happy spirits o’er,Land us on the heavenly shore.
4Save, till all these tempests end,
All who on thy love depend;
Waft our happy spirits o’er,
Land us on the heavenly shore.
C. Wesley.
129612s.Lord, save, or we perish.When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish,We fly to our Maker—Save, Lord, or we perish!2O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,Who cries, in his anguish—Save, Lord, or we perish!3And, O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging,Then send down thy grace, thy redeeméd to cherish;Rebuke the destroyer—Save, Lord, or we perish!Heber.
12s.
Lord, save, or we perish.
When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish,We fly to our Maker—Save, Lord, or we perish!
When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish,
We fly to our Maker—Save, Lord, or we perish!
2O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,Who cries, in his anguish—Save, Lord, or we perish!
2O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
Who cries, in his anguish—Save, Lord, or we perish!
3And, O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging,Then send down thy grace, thy redeeméd to cherish;Rebuke the destroyer—Save, Lord, or we perish!
3And, O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging,
Then send down thy grace, thy redeeméd to cherish;
Rebuke the destroyer—Save, Lord, or we perish!
Heber.