HYMN 184. 8 lines 11 and 9s.

HEY have gone to the land where the patri

Tarchs rest,

Where the bones of the prophets are laid, Where the chosen of Israel the promise possess'd, And Jehovah his wonders display'd:

To the land where the Saviour of sinners once trod,

Where he labor'd, and languish'd, and bled, Where he triumph'd o'er death, and ascended to God,

As He captive captivity led.

2 They have gone-the glad heralds of mercy have gone

To the land where the martyrs once bled; Where the "Beast and False Prophet" have since trodden down

The fair fabric that Zion had laid;

Where the churches, once planted, and water'd and blest

With the dews which the Spirit distilled, Have been smitten, despoil'd, and by heathens possess'd,

And the places that knew them defiled.

3 They go to the land where the Indians now dwell,

Impell'd by the love of the Lord;

His love to proclaim, and His mercy to tell,
As reveal'd in his excellent word.

"Thy blessing go with them, O be thou their shield

From the shafts of the fowler that fly;

O, Saviour of sinners, thine arm be reveal'd In mercy and might from on high."

HYMN 185.

Dawn of the Millennium.
MORN of Zion's glory

Brightly thou art breaking,

Holy joys the light is waking:
Morn of Zion's glory.
Ancient saints foretold thee,
Seraph angels glad behold thee:
Far and wide,

See them glide;

Streams of rich salvation
Flow to every nation.

2 Morn of Zion's glory-
Every human dwelling
With thy notes of joy is swelling:
Morn of Zion's glory.
Distant hills are ringing,

Echo'd voices sweet are singing;

Haste thee on

Like the sun,

Paths of splendor tracing,
Heathen midnight chasing.

3 Morn of Zion's glory

Now the night is riven;
Now the star is high in heaven;
Morn of Zion's glory.

Joyful hearts are bounding,
Hallelujahs sounding;

Peace with men
Dwells again;
Jesus reigns forever!
Jesus reigns forever!

VALEDICTORY.

Parting Hand. HYMN 186. L. M.

My dearest friends in bonds of love,

Whose hearts the sweetest union prove,
Your friendship 's like the strongest band;
Yet we must take the parting hand.
Your company's sweet, your union dear,
Your words delightful to mine ear;
And when I see that we must part,
You draw like cords around my heart.
2 How sweet the hours have pass'd away,
Since we have met to sing and pray;
How loth we are to leave the place,
Where Jesus shows his smiling face;
O could I stay with friends so kind,
How would it cheer my fainting mind;
But duty makes me understand,
That we must take the parting hand.

3 How oft I've seen your flowing tears,
And heard you tell your hopes and fears;
Your hearts with love hath seem'd to flame,
Which makes me think we'll meet again.

A few more days, or years at most,.
And we shall reach fair Canaan's coast!
When in that holy, happy land
We'll clasp anew the immortal hand.
4 I hope you will remember me,
If you no more my face should see,
An interest in your prayers I crave,
That we may meet beyond the grave.
O blessed day! O glorious hope!
My soul leaps forward at the thought,
When in that holy, happy land,
We'll take no more the parting hand.

FARE

HYMN 187. 11s.

AREWELL, my dear brethren, the time is at hand

That we must be parted from this social band; Our several engagements now call us away, Our parting is needful, and we must obey. 2 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell for a while, We'll soon meet again, if kind Providence smile: But when we are parted and scattered abroad, We'll pray for each other, and wrestle with God. 3 Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon be discharged,

The war will be ended, your treasures enlarged: With shouting and singing, though Jordan may

roar,

We'll enter fair Canaan; and stand on the shore. 4 Farewell, ye young converts, who 're listed for

war,

Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near;

Altho' you must travel the dark wilderness,
Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you to peace.
5 Farewell, seeking mourners, with sad broken
heart,

Go, hasten to Jesus, and choose the good part;
He's full of compassion, and mighty to save,
His arms are extended your souls to receive.

6 Farewell, faithful Christians, farewell all around, Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump shall sound;

To meet you in glory I give you my hand,
Our Saviour to praise in the heavenly land.

FA

HYMN 188. 4 lines 11s.

AREWELL to thee, brother! we meet but to part,

And sorrow is struggling with joy in each heart; There is grief-but there's hope, all its anguish to quell,

The master goes with thee-farewell, oh, farewell. 2 Farewell! thou art leaving the home of thy youth

The friends of thy God, and the temples of truth,
For the land where is heard no sweet Sabbath bell;
Yet the Master goes with thee-farewell, oh, fare-
well!

3 Farewell! for thou treadest the path that he trod,
His God is thy Father-his Father thy God;
And if ever with doubtings thy bosom shall swell,
Remember, He's with thee-farewell, oh, farewell.