Go, bring the lost to Jesus,
His tender love to share,
Go forth to every nation,
For precious souls are there.
Go, sound, &c.

4 Haste on your work of mercy,
The heavenly call obey,
Go in the strength of Jesus,
The true and living way;
Go, like the old disciples,
Ánd tread the path they trod,
Your duty lies before you,
Go-leave the rest to God.
Go, sound, &c.

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F. J. CROSBY.*

L.M.

Gmmations plunged in shades of O, messenger of peace and love,

night:

Like angels sent from fields above,
Be thine to shed celestial light.

2 On barren rock and desert isle,

Go, bid the Rose of Sharon bloom, Till arid wastes around thee smile, Rich as the dews from morning's womb. 3 Go, bid the bright and morning Star From Bethlehem's plains resplendent shine,

And, piercing through the gloom afar,
Shed heavenly light and love divine.

om north to south, from east to west,
Messiah yet shall reign supreme:
3 name by every tongue confessed;
His praise, the universal theme.

n faint not in the day of toil,
When harvest waits the reaper's hand :
gather in the glorious spoil,

nd joyous in His presence stand.

love a rich reward shall find,

om Him who sits enthroned on high; they who turn the erring mind all shine like stars above the sky.

A. BALFOUR.

O, ye messengers of God;

78.

Like the beams of morning, fly!

ze the wonder-working rod;
ift the Saviour's cross on high.

to many a tropic isle,

the bosom of the deep, ere the skies for ever smile, nd the opprest for ever weep. the Negro's night of care ur the living light of heaven : e away his wild despair; A him hope to be forgiven. e the golden gates of day en on the gorgeous East, the wondrous cross display, ead the gospel's richest feast.

5 Sound aloud Jehovah's call;
Visit every soil and sea;
Preach the cross of Christ to all,
Christ whose love is full and free.

J. MARSDEN.

763

MISSIONS TO THE JEWS.

LORD, Thine ancient people see,

Captive still, in darkness bound;
Let Thy Gospel set them free,
Let them hear its joyful sound.

2 Still the veil is on their heart,
Rend it, Lord, at length in twain;
Bid their unbelief depart,

Bring them to Thy fold again.
Let Thy love their blindness heal,
God of Israel, hear our prayer;
Let Thy grace their pardon seal,
Still Thy covenant let them share.

4 Harp of Judah, long unstrung,
Sound at length the Saviour's praise;
Jew and Gentle, old and young,
Loud the glad hosanna raise.

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Hymns for Church and Home.

L.M.

WHY should Israel's sons, once blessed,

Still roam the scorning world around;

Disowned of Heaven, by man oppressed, Outcasts from Zion's hallowed ground? 2 O God of Israel, view their race;

Back to Thy fold the wanderers bring, Teach them to seek Thy slighted grace, To hail in Christ their promised King. 3 The veil of darkness rend in twain Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light;

The severed olive-branch again
To its own parent stock unite.

4 Haste, glorious day, expected long,
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall
raise,

With eager feet one temple throng,
One God with grateful rapture praise.

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WA

J. JOYCE.

C.M.

AKE, harp of Zion, wake again,
Upon thine ancient hill,

On Jordan's long-deserted plain,
By Kedron's lowly rill.

2 The hymn shall yet in Zion swell,
That sounds Messiah's praise,
And Thy loved name, Immanuel,
As once in ancient days.

3 For Israel yet shall own her King ;
For her salvation waits;

And hill and dale shall sweetly sing,
With praise in all her gates.

4 O hasten, Lord, these promised days, When Israel shall rejoice;

And Jew and Gentile join in praise,
With one united voice!

J. EDMESTON.

Laying of Memorial Stones.

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CHRIST is our corner-stone,

Him alone we build ;

With His true saints alone

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The courts of heaven are filled ;
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.

3 Here, gracious God, do Thou
For evermore draw nigh;
Accept each faithful vow,

And mark each suppliant sigh;