« PoprzedniaDalej »
8s, 7s. 81. We are living, we are dwelling,
In a grand and awful time,
To be living is sublime.
Gog and Magog to the fray :
Groaning for its latter day? 2 Worlds are charging, heaven beholding,
Thou hast but an hour to fight; Now the blazoned cross unfolding,
On, right onward, for the right ! On ! 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.
Gird you with your armor bright;
Hard the battle ye must fight. 2 O’er a faithless fallen world
Raise your banner in the sky; Let it float there wide unfurled ;
Bear it onward ; lift it high. 3 'Mid the homes of want and woe,
Strangers to the living word, Let the Saviour's herald go,
Let the voice of hope be heard. 4 Where the shadows deepest lie,
Carry truth's unsullied ray ; Where are crimes of blackest dye,
There the saving sign display.
5 To the weary and the worn
Tell of realms where sorrows cease ; To the outcast and forlorn
Speak of mercy and of peace. 6 Guard the helpless ; seek the strayed ;
Comfort troubles ; banish grief ; In the might of God arrayed,
Scatter sin and unbelief.
Still unsheathed the Spirit's sword,
W. W. How.
C. M. The Lord will come and not be slow,
His footsteps cannot err;
His royal harbinger. 2 Mercy and truth that long were missed,
Now joyfully are met ; Sweet peace and righteousness have kissed,
And hand in hand are set.
Shall bud and blossom then ;
8,7,8,7,4,7. SAINTS of God! the dawn is bright’ning
Token of our coming Lord ;
Pray for reapers
2 Now, O Lord, fulfil Thy pleasure,
Breathe upon Thy chosen band, And, with Pentecostal measure, Send forth reapers o'er our land ;
Faithful reapers Gathering sheaves for Thy right hand. 3 Broad the shadow of our nation,
Eager millions hither roam ;
By Thy Spirit
Soon the reaping time will come ;
Saints and angels
11s, 10s. Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morn
ing, Joy to the lands that in darkness have
lain ! Hush'd be the accents of
sorrow and mourning, Zion in triumph begins her mild reign.
2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morn
ing, Long by the prophets of Israel foretold ; Hail to the millions from bondage return
ing! Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold.
3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are spring
ing, Streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are
ringing, Wastes rise in verdure and mingle in
song 4 See, from all lands, from the isles of the
ocean, Praise to Jehovah ascending on high ; Fallen are the engines of war and commo
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.
8,8,8,6. SEND Thou, O Lord, to every place Swift messengers before Thy face, The heralds of Thy wondrous grace,
Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come. 2 Send men whose eyes have seen the King,
Men in whose ears His sweet words ring ; Send such Thy lost ones home to bring ;
Send them where Thou wilt come.
3 To bring good news to souls in sin ;
The bruised and broken hearts to win ;
Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come.
Assert, O Christ, Thy glory's name,
Send men where Thou wilt come.
5 Gird each one with the Spirit's sword,
The sword of Thine own deathless word ; And make them conquerors, conquering
Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come. 6 Raise up, O Lord the Holy Ghost,
From this broad land a mighty host,
Mrs. Merrill E. Gates. 712
8,8,8,4. O LORD of heaven and earth and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be; How shall we show our love to Thee,
Who givest all? 2 The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruit Thy love declare ; When harvests ripen, Thou art there,
Who givest all.
For all the blessings earth displays,
Who givest all.
But gav'st Him for a world undone,
Thou givest all.
Spirit of life, and love, and power,
Upon us all.
For means of grace and hopes of heaven, What can to Thee, O Lord, be given,
Who givest all ?