God Himself will loose thy bands; Mourning captive! God Himself will loose thy bands. A-MEN.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful, | 3 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. LOWELL MASON.

1. From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny

283 Lux Benigna. 10s, 4s, 10s.

JOHN B. DYKES.

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;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now

Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day,

and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.
3 So long Thy power hath blessed ine, sure it still

Will lead me on
O’er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till

The night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

John H. Newman.

Tune:-MISSIONARY HYMN. 2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 3 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! 0 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!

Reginald Heber.

1. My Je-sus, as Thou wilt! 0 may Thy will be mine! In - to Thy hand of love

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.

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Hal-le - lu

jahl 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,
Shall the true Messiah see.

Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come.

Charles Wesley, 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!

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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.
The praises of Thy royal name,
And own Thee as their King.

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.