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4 May they that Jesus whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer see;

And watch Thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for Thee.

CHURC

'HURCH of the ever-living God,
The Father's gracious choice,

Amid the voices of this earth,

How feeble is thy voice!

2 A little flock !--so calls He thee
Who bought thee with His blood;
A little flock, disowned of men,
But owned and loved of God.

3 But the Chief Shepherd comes at length,
Their feeble days are o'er;

No more a handful in the earth,
A little flock no more.

4 No more a lily among thorns,
Weary and faint and few;

But countless as the stars of heaven,
Or as the early dew.

5 Then entering the eternal halls,
In robes of victory,

That mighty multitude shall keep
The joyous jubilee.

6 Unfading palms they bear aloft,
Unfaltering songs they sing,
Unending festival they keep,
In presence of the King.

C. M.

708

WE

C. M.

E thank Thee, Lord, for sending here
The publishers of peace:

Speak by them now, and everywhere
By them declare Thy grace.

2 So when the harvest-day shall come,
Sowers, and reapers too,

Shall, shouting, enter endless Home,
And Thee eternal view.

3 That happy morning we desire-
Oh let it hasten on!-

When all shall join the angelic choir
In singing round Thy throne.

4 The pastors and the people, there
Shall Thee in glory see;

Shall keep the long Sabbatic year,
The feast of Jubilee.

709

ON

Missions.

N 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.

8s, 7s, & 4.

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 vouchsafes to send.

4 Enemies no more shall trouble;

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All thy wrongs shall be redressed;
For thy shame thou shalt have double,
In thy Maker's favor blessed;

All thy conflicts

End in everlasting rest!

8s, 7s, & 4

O'ER the realms of pagan darkness

Ο

Let the eye of pity gaze;

See the kindreds of the people
Lost in sin's bewildering maze;
Darkness. brooding

On the face of all the earth.

2 Light of them who sit in darkness,

Rise and shine! Thy blessings bring!

Light to lighten all the Gentiles,

Rise with healing in Thy wing!

To Thy brightness

Let all kings and nations come!

3 May the heathen, now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and worshipping before Him,
Serve the Living God alone;

Let Thy glory

Fill the earth, as floods the sea.

711

4 Thou, to whom all power is givén,
Speak the word! at Thy command
Let the company of preachers

Spread Thy name from land to land :
Lord, be with them

Alway till the end of time.

THOU, whose almighty word

Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight,
Hear us, we humbly pray;
And where the gospel day

Sheds not its glorious ray,
Let there be light!

2 Thou, who didst come to bring
On Thy redeeming wing
Healing and sight,-

Health to the sick in mind,

Sight to the inly blind,—

Oh, now to all mankind
Let there be light!

3 Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, Holy Dove,
Speed forth Thy flight!
Move on the waters' face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place
Let there be light!

4 Blessed and Holy Three,

Glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, Love, Might!

6s & 4&

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Boundless as ocean's tide,
Rolling in fullest pride,

Through the earth, far and wide,
Let there be light!

Psalm 150.

PRAISE ye Jehovah's Name,

6s & 45,

Praise through His courts proclaim,

Rise and adore:

High o'er the heavens above,

Sound His great acts of love,
While His rich grace we prove,
Vast as His power.

2 Now let the trumpet raise
Sounds of triumphant praise,
Wide as His fame:

There let the harp be found,
Organs, with solemn sound,
Roll your deep notes around,
Filled with His name.

3 While His high praise ye sing,
Shake every sounding string,
Sweet the accord!

He vital breath bestows;
Let every breath that flows
His noblest fame disclose;
Praise ye the Lord!

7s & 6s.

WHEN shall the voice of singing

Flow joyfully along!

When hill and valley, ringing

With one triumphant song,
Proclaim the contest ended,

And Him who once was slain,