I O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, Look, my soul, be still and gaze; See the promises advancing To a glorious day of grace: Blessed jubilee,
Let thy glorious morning dawn. 2 Let the dark, benighted pagan, Let the rude barbarian, see That divine and glorious conquest Once obtained on Calvary: Let the gospel
Loud resound, from pole to pole. 3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, the glorious light; Now, from eastern coast to western, May the morning chase the night: Let redemption,
Freely purchased, win the day.
4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel; Win and conquer-never cease: May thy lasting, wide dominions Multiply, and still increase : Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.
I ON the mountain's top appearing, Lo! the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing- Zion, long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive,
God himself will loose thy bands.
2 Has thy night been long and mournful? Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning;
Zion still is well beloved.
3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; He himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall flee before thee; Here their boasts and triumphs end: Great deliverance
Zion's king will surely send.
4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee; All thy warfare now be past; God thy Saviour will defend theë; Victory is thine at last:
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest.
I SOON may the last, glad song arise, Through all the myriads of the skies- That song of triumph which records That all the earth is now the Lord's.
2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms be Obedient, mighty God, to Thee;
And over land, and stream, and main, Now wave the sceptre of thy reign. O let that glorious anthem swell; Let host to host the triumph tell, That not one rebel heart remains, But over all the Saviour reigns.
I THE morning light is breaking; The darkness disappears; The sons of earth are waking To penitential tears:
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean Brings tidings from afar
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.
2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us, In many a gentle shower,
And brighter scenes before us Are opening every hour:
Each cry, to heaven going, Abundant answers brings, And heavenly gales are blowing, With peace upon their wings. 3 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending In gratitude above;
While sinners, now confessing, The gospel call obey,
And seek the Saviour's blessing- A nation in a day.
4 Blest river of salvation, Pursue thy onward way; Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy richness stay: Stay not till all the lowly Triumphant reach their home; Stay not till all the holy Proclaim, "The Lord is come."
I YES, my native land, I love thee; All thy scenes, I love them well : Friends, connections, happy country, Can I bid you all farewell? Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
2 Home, thy joys are passing lovely- Joys no stranger-heart can tell Happy home, indeed I love thee: Can I, can I say, "Farewell?" Can I leave thee,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, Holy days and Sabbath bell, Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure, Can I say a last farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
4 Yes, I hasten from you gladly- From the scenes I loved so well: Far away, ye billows, bear me: Lovely, native land, farewell: Pleased I leave thee,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
I YE Christian heralds-go, proclaim Salvation in Immanuel's name; To distant climes the tidings bear, And plant the rose of Sharon there. 2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, With holy zeal your hearts inspire, Bid raging winds their fury cease, And calm the savage breast to peace.
3 And when our labours all are o'er, Then shall we meet to part no more- Meet, with the blood-bought throng to fall, And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
I ARISE, O King of grace, arise, And enter to Thy rest!
Lo, Thy Church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be owned and blest.
2 Enter with all Thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and Thy Word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford.
3 Here, mighty God! accept our vows, Here let Thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of Thy house, And fill Thy poor with bread.
4 Here let the Son of David reign; Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth His court maintain, With love and power divine.
5 Here let Him hold a lasting throne, And, as His kingdom grows,
Fresh honour shall adorn His crown, And shame confound His foes.
On Him alone we build ;
With His true saints alone
The courts of heaven are filled d; On His great love our hopes we place, Of present grace and joys above.
2 O then with hymns of praise These hallowed courts shall ring; Our voices we will raise
The Three in One to sing;
And thus proclaim in joyful song,
Both loud and long, that glorious Name.
Here may we gain from heaven
The grace which we implore; And may that grace, once given, Be with us evermore;
Until that day, when all the blest To endless rest are called away.
LATIN HYMN, trans. J. CHANDLER.
I COME, King of glory, come, And with Thy favour crown This temple as Thy dome,
This people as Thy own:
Beneath this roof, O deign to show How God can dwell with men below.
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