2 Of his gospel not ashamed,
As the power of God to save;
Go where Christ was never named;
Publish freedom to the slave.
3 What though earth and hell united,
Should oppose the Saviour's plan?
Plead his cause, be not affrighted;
Fear ye not the face of man.
4 When expos'd to threat'ning dangers,
Jesus will his own defend;
Borne afar midst foes and strangers,
Jesus will appear your friend.
For Missionaries on their departure.
1 With heav'nly power, O Lord, defend
Those whom we now to thee commend;
Fill them with all-sufficient grace,
And guide their feet in paths of peace.
2 Mid distant climes or dreary plains,
Where pagan darkness brooding reigns;
O mark their steps, their fears subdue,
And nerve their arm and clear their view.
3 When worn with toil their spirits fail,
Bid them the glorious future hail;
Bid them the crown of life survey,
And onward urge their conqu'ring way.
4 Before them thy protection send;
O keep them, save them to the end;
Nor let them, as thy pilgrims, rove
Without the convoy of thy love.
The universal reign of Christ.
1 Hark! the song of Jubilee,
Loud as mighty thunders roar;;
Or the fullness of the sea,
When it breaks upon the shore.
2 Hallelujah! for the Lord
God Omnipotent shall reign;
Hallelujah! let the word
Echo round the earth and main.
3 Hallelujah! Hark! the sound,
From the depths unto the skies;
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies:
4 See Jehovah's banner furl'd;
Sheath'd his sword; he speaks; 'tis done:
And the kingdoms of this world,
Are the kingdoms of his Son.
5 He shall reign from pole to pole,
With illimitable sway;
He shall reign, when like a scroll,
Yonder heavens have pass'd away.
6 Then the end: beneath his rod,
Man's last enemy shall fall;
Hallelujah! Christ is God;
God in Christ, is all in all.
(See Hymns for Epiphany.)
1 High on the bending willows hung, Israel still sleeps the tuneful string?
Still mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing?
2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise;
Let harp and voice unite their strains;
Thy promis'd king his sceptre sways;
Behold thy own Messiah reigns.
3 By foreign streams no longer roam,
And weeping think on Jordan's flood;
every clime behold a home;
In every temple see thy God.
4 No taunting foes the song require;
No strangers mock thy captive chain;
"Tis friends provoke the silent lyre,
And brethren ask the holy strain.
5 Then why on bending willows hung,
Israel still sleeps the tuneful string?
Why mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Zion's song delays to sing?
1 The God of life, whose constant care
With blessings crowns the op'ning year,
Thy scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annual song.
2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead!
Since to this day the changing sun,
Through his last yearly period run.
3 We yet survive; but who can say,
That through this year, or month, or day,
I shall retain this vital breath?
Thus far at least in league with death: 4 That breath is thine, Eternal God! 'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode; We hold our lives from thee alone, On earth, or in the world unknown. 5 To thee our spirits we resign; Make them and own them ever thine; So shall we rest secure from fear, Though death should blast the op'ning year. 6 Thy children, willing to be gone, May bid the tide of time roll on, To land them on that happy shore
Where years and death are known no more.
1 And now my soul, another year
Of thy short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,
And this may be my
2 Much of my dubious life is gone,
Nor will return again;
And swift my passing moments run,
The few that yet remain.
3 Awake my soul; with utmost care,
Thy true condition learn;
What are thy hopes, how sure, how fairy
And what thy great concern?
4 Now a new scene of time begins;
Set out afresh for heav'n:
Seek pardon for thy daily sins,
In Christ so freely given.
5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,
And on his grace depend;
With zeal pursue the heav'nly road,
And hope a happy end.
1 Awake ye saints, attune your harps,
And raise your voices high;
Awake and praise that sov'reign love,
Which shows salvation nigh.
2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day;
Welcome each closing year.
3 Not many years their rounds shall run,
Nor many mornings rise;
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd,
To our transported eyes.
4 Ye wheels of nature speed your course;
Ye mortal powers decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.
1 While with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the former year;
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