roar,

442

'O that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion!'"

mpWere out of Zion come THAT the Lord's salvation

To heal His ancient nation,

To lead the outcasts home! mp 2 How long the holy city Shall heathen feet profane? Return, O Lord, in pity,

Rebuild her walls again. mp 3 Let fall Thy rod of terror, cr Thy saving grace impart; Roll back the vail of error,

Release the fettered heart. mf 4 Let Israel, home returning, Their lost Messiah see; cr Give oil of joy for mourning, And bind Thy Church to Thee. Amen. H. F. LYTE.

443

'Come over... and help us.'

away;

Then the end; beneath His rod Man's last enemy shall fall: cr Hallelujah! Christ in God, ff God in Christ, is All in all. Amen. J. MONTGOMERY.

441

'Let all the people praise Thee.'

mf Gshow the brightness of Thy

OD of mercy, God of grace,

face; cr Shine upon us, Saviour, shine, Fill Thy Church with light divine, And Thy saving health extend Unto earth's remotest end.

f2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord;

Be by all that live adored;
Let the nations shout and sing
Glory to their Saviour King,
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
And Thy holy will obey.

f3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord;

Earth shall then her fruits afford,
God to man His blessing give,
Man to God devoted live-
All below and all above,

One in joy and light and love.

Amen. H. F. LYTE.

tains,

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.

mf 2 What 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 strown, The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

mf 3 Can we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? f Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's name.

f 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory

It spreads from pole to pole;
cr Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reign. Amen.
REG. HEBER.

444 'In His days shall the righteous flourish; and abundance of peace so long as the moon endureth

AIL to the Lord's Anointed,
H Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

mp 2 He shall come down like showers

Upon the fruitful earth; er And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth. mf Before Him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go; cr And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow.

mf 3 Arabia's desert-ranger

To Him shall bow the knee;
The Ethiopian stranger

His glory come to see;
cr With offerings of devotion
Ships from the isles shall meet
To pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at His feet.

mf4 Kings shall fall down before Him,

And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,

His praise all people sing;
cr For He shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion

Or dove's light wing can soar.

p 5 For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend; cr His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end. mf The mountain dews shall nou

rish

A seed in weakness sown, cr Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,

And shake like Lebanon.

f6 O'er every foe victorious,

He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All blessing and all blest: cr The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His name shall stand for everThat name to us is Love. Amen. J. MONTGOMERY.

445

'Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.'

mf

morning light is break

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.

mf 2 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.

mf 3 Blest river of salvation,
Pursue thine onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay:
cr Stay not till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home;
Stay not till all the holy
Proclaim-'The Lord is come!'
Amen.

446

SAMUEL F. SMITH.

The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of His Christ; and He shall reign for ever and ever.

NORTH, with all thy vales of green!

O South, with all thy palms! From peopled towns and fields between

Uplift the voice of psalms; cr Raise, ancient East, the anthem high,

And let the youthful West reply. mf 2 Lo! in the clouds of heaven

appears

God's well-beloved Son; He brings a train of brighter years; His kingdom is begun.

fHe comes, a guilty world to bless With mercy, truth, and righteous

ness.

mp 3 O Father, haste the promised hour,

cr When at His feet shall lie mf All rule, authority, and power, Beneath the ample sky; When He shall reign from pole to pole,

The Lord of every human soul:

Hrying

Who will go and work to-day? Fields are white and harvest waiting;

Who will bear the sheaves away?' cr Loud and long the Master calleth,

Rich reward He offers free; Who will answer, gladly saying,

'Here am I; send me, send me!' mf 2 If you cannot cross the ocean And the heathen lands explore, You can find the heathen nearer, You can help them at your door. If you cannot give your thousands, You can give the widow's mite: And the least you give for Jesus Will be precious in His sight. mf 3 If you cannot speak like angels, If you cannot preach like Paul, You can tell the love of Jesus,

You can say, He died for all. If you cannot rouse the wicked With the Judgment's dread alarms,

You can lead the little children To the Saviour's waiting arms. mf 4 Let none hear you idly saying, There is nothing I can do,' While the souls of men are dying, And the Master calls for you. cr Take the task He gives you, gladly,

Let His work your pleasure be; Answer quickly, when He calleth,, 'Here am I; send me, send me!' Amen. DANIEL MARCH.

448 'Blessed are ye that sow beside all waters.'

mp Sow the seed beside all wa

ters,

North and south and east and west,

That our toiling sons and daughters In the harvest may be blest.

cr Tell the tidings of salvation
'Mid the storms of Labrador;
Speak the word of consolation
By the lone Pacific shore.

mf 2 Where the forests old are falling,

Yielding place to lawn and lea; Where the fisher plies his calling 'Mid the perils of the sea; Where the tide of commerce rushes Through the city's crowded street, And unpitying man mon crushes Poor and weak beneath his feet.

3 Where our brothers, sowing, reaping,

Delving for the hidden ore, Now with joy and now with weeping

Labor to increase their store; Where the stranger wanders lonely In the homeless wilderness, Tell of Jesus, Jesus only,

Who alone can save and bless.

mp 4 Tell how tenderly He careth For the weary and oppressed, How their burdens all He beareth,

As He leads them to His rest; Tell that He, the Lord from hea ven,

Died for all and lives again, All through Him may be forgiven, cr All with Him in glory reign. mf 5 Tell His love beyond all telling,

Seeking, following those who flee, Love rebellious hearts compelling To His service glad and free. Thus a precious harvest gather, North and south and east and west,

cr To the glory of the Father, Son and Spirit ever blest. Amen. ROBERT MURRAY.

tory claim;

Assert, O Christ, Thy glory's name! cr And far to lands of pagan shame, Send men where Thou wilt

come.

ƒ5 Gird each one with the Spirit's sword,

The sword of Thine own deathless Word;

cr And make them conquerors, conquering Lord,

Where Thou, Thyself, wilt come.

in self-oblation

To cast his all at Thine Apostles' feet;

He whose new name through every Christian nation From age to age our thankful strains repeat.

mf 6 Thus, Lord, Thy Barnabas in memory keeping,

Still be Thy Church's watchword, Comfort ye;'

cr Till in our Father's House shall end our weeping,

Ghost,

From this broad land a mighty host, f Their war cry, 'We will seek the

lost,

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Thee. Amen.

JOHN ELLErton.

'The reapers are few.' WHERE are the reapers

mf, that garner in

The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin?

With sickle of truth must the work be done,

And no one may rest till the 'harvest home.'

We are the reapers! O, who will come,

And share in the glory of the harvest home?'

O, who will help us to garner in The sheaves of good from the fields of sin?

mf 2 Go out in the byways and search them all;

The wheat may be there, though the weeds are tall;

Then search in the highway, and pass none by,

But gather from all for the home on high.

mf3 The fields are all ripening, and far and wide

The world now is waiting the harvest tide;

But reapers are few, and the harvest is great,

And much will be lost should the harvest wait.

mf 4 So come with your sickles, ye sons of men,

And gather together the golden grain;

Toil on till the Lord of the harvest come,

Then share in the joy of the 'har vest home.' Amen.

EBEN. EUGENE REXFORD.