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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 strewn,
The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we, to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! Oh! salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story!
And you, ye waters, roll!
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spread from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss return to reign!
Matt. xxviii, 19, 20. Rom. i, 16; xv, 20, 21.
1 MEN of God! go take your stations;
Darkness reigns throughout the earth;
Go, proclaim among the nations
Joyful news of heavenly birth!
Bear the tidings
Of the Saviour's matchless worth!
2 Of his gospel not ashamed,
As the power of God to save,
Go, where Christ was never named,
Publish freedom to the slave!
Such as Zion's children have.
3 When exposed to fears and dangers,
Jesus will his own defend;
Borne afar, 'midst foes and strangers,
Jesus will appear your Friend,
And his presence
Shall be with you to the end.
The gospel preached in every land.
Ps. lxviii, 31, 32; 1xxii, 8-11.
WITH Songs of grateful praise
Surround Jehovah's seat;
The goodness of his ways
Through all the earth repeat;
His mercy rose ere time was known,
And from his throne eternal flows.
He bids his light arise,
And sends his gospel forth;
From east to west it flies,
And fills the south and north:
His mighty grace its power imparts,
And willing hearts his truth embrace.
Then far as isles extend,
To the vast ocean's bound,
Let kings to Jesus bend,
And pour their off'rings round;
Arabia raise the song divine,
And Afric join t' exalt his praise.
Let India's fertile shore
Its gifts and honours bring,
To hail the Saviour's power,
To crown Immanuel King:
Remotest lands their homage pay,
Till all obey his high commands.
Mercy proclaimed to a ruined world.
Ezek. xxxvii, 9. Mal. iv, 2.
1 COME, Thou mighty King of kings!
Rise with healing in thy wings;
Bare thine arm, and ride on high,
Glorious in thy majesty!
2 Thou hast mercy still in store
E'en for India's coral shore;
Afric's sable sons shall know
Thou hast mercy to bestow.
3 North and south and east and west,
All, are waiting to be blest;
Come and bless them, Prince of peace!
Give their fetter'd souls release.
4[Where the Moslem's crescents wave,
Manifest thy power to save;
Plant thy blood-stain'd banner, Lord!
Conqu❜ring by thy Spirit's sword.]
5 Thus shall earth's extended frame
Swell the trophies of thy name,
And redeemed souls confess:-
Jesus is our Righteousness.
6 Saviour! send thy Spirit down;
By his work thy pleasure crown:
If He breathe not on the slain,
All our efforts are in vain.
Ruth ii, 15, 16. John xiii, 34.
1 FATHER of mercies! send thy grace
All-powerful from above
To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.
2 Oh! may our sympathising breast
That gen'rous pleasure know,
Freely to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe.
3 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus look'd on dying men,
Enthroned above the skies;
And, when He saw their lost estate,
Felt his compassion rise.
5 Since Christ, to save our guilty souls,
On wings of mercy flew,
We, whom the Saviour thus hath lov'd,
Should love each other too.