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2 Has thy night been long and mournful, 13 God, thy God, will now restore thee, All thy friends unfaithful proved?
He Himself appears thy friend; Have thy foes been proud and scornful, All thy foes shall flee before thee, By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Here their boasts and triumphs end; Cease thy mourning;
Great deliverance Zion still is well-beloved.
Zion's King will quickly send.
Thomas Kelly. 282 Missionary Hymn. 7s, 6s. D.
1. From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny
fountains Roll down their golden sand;From many an ancient riv - er, From many a
palm-y plain, They call us to de- liv - er Their land from error’schain. A-MEN.
283 Lux Benigna. 10s, 4s, 10s.
1. Lead, kindly Light, a-mid th’encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on: The night is
2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;
Lead Thou me on!
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.
Will lead me on
The night is gone,
John H. Newman.
Tune: MISSIONARY HYMN. 2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 13 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, With wisdom from on high,
And you, ye waters, roll, Shall we, to men benighted,
Till, like a sea of glory, The lamp of life deny?
It spreads from pole to pole; Salvation! O salvation!
Till o'er our ransomed nature The joyful sound proclaim,
The Lamb for sinners slain, Till earth’s remotest nation
Redeemer, King, Creator, Has learned Messiah's name,
In bliss returns to reign!
284 Jewett. '69. D.
1. My Je-sus, as Thou wilt! 0 may Thy will be mine! In - to Thy hand of love
2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope
Grow dim or disappear;
And sorrowed oft alone,
My Lord, Thy will be done!
285 Talmar. 8s, 7s.
CARL M. VON WEBER, AR. H.
A - MEN
3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
All shall be well for me;
I gladly trust with Thee:
I travel calmly on,
Jane Borthwick, tr.
ISAAC B. WOODBURY.
Saying, Christian, fol - low
me! A - MEN.
2 Jesus calls us-from the worship
Of the vain world's golden store; From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, Christian, love me more! 3 Jesus calls us! by thy mercies,
Saviour, may we hear Thy call; Give our hearts to Thy obedience, Serve and love Thee best of alli
Cecil F. Alexander.
286 Autumn. 8s, 7s, D.
FRANCOIS H. BARTHELEMON.
1. Lo, He comes, with clouds descending, Once for fa-vored sin - ners slain;
Thou-sand thou-sand saints at-tend - ing, Swell the tri - umph of His train: D.S.-Hal - le - lu - jahl hal - le - lu - jah! God ap-pears on earth to reign.
Hal-le - lu - jah! hal-le - lu - jah! God ap-pears on earth to reign;
A - MEN.
2 Every eye shall now behold Him, 3 Yea, Amen; let all adore Thee, Robed in dreadful majesty;
High on Thine eternal throne: Those who set at naught and sold Him, Saviour, take the power and glory; Pierced, and nailed Him to the tree, Claim the kingdom for Thine own. Deeply wailing,
O come quickly,
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come.
Charles V’esley, alt. 287 Jesus, I my Cross have Taken. 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
3 Man may trouble and distress me, All to leave and follow Thee:
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast: Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Life with trials hard may press me,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be: Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. Perish every fond ambition,
O'tis not in grief to harm me, All I've so’t, and hoped, and known: While Thy love is left to me. Yet how rich is my condition,
O'twere not in joy to charm me, God and heaven are still my own! Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 2 Let the world despise and leave me, 4 Know, my soul, Thy full salvation;
They have left my Saviour, too: Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care: Human hearts and looks deceive me, Joy to find in every station Thou art not, like man, untrue;
Something still to do or bear. And, while Thou shalt smile upon me, Think what Spirit dwells within thee: God of wisdom, love and might,
What a Father's smile is thine: Foes may hate, and friends may shun me; What a Saviour died to win thee:
Show Thy face, and all is bringt. Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine!
1. Light of the lone - ly pil-grim's heart! Star of the com- ing day!
A-rise, and with Thy morning beams Chase all my griefs a-way. A - MEN.
2 Come, blessed Lord! let every shore Shine forth and chase the dreary night, And answering island sing
With all our tears away.
4 No resting-place we seek on earth,
No loveliness we see; 3 Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear, Our eye is on the royal crown, Thou glorious Star of day!
Prepared for us—and Theel
Sir Edward Denny. 289 Greenwood. S. M.
JOSEPH E. SWEETSER.
O why these years of wait-ing here, These a
de - lay? A - MEN.
2 Come! for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
These ages of delay.
Build up this ruined earth,
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation's second birth!
Of everlasting peace,