And thou, descending, fill the place
With the rich tokens of thy grace.
3 Here may the great Redeemer reign,
With all the graces of his tram;
While pow'r divine his word attends,
To conquer foes and cheer his friends.
4 And in the last decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,
Thousands were born for glory here.
1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom spread from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more,
2 To him shall endless pray'r be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms, of ev'ry tongue,
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The pris'ner leaps to burst his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
5 Where he displays his healing pow'r,
Death and the curse are known no more:
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
6 Let ev'ry creature rise, and bring
Peculiar honours to our King:
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen.
1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Jehovah's glorious name be sung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
And truth eternal is thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
1 O SPIRIT of the Living God!
In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race!
2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
Give pow'r and unction from above,
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light;
Confusion, order, in thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.
4 Convert the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
The name of Jesus glorify,
Till ev'ry people call him Lord.
For Missions to the new settlements in the United
1 WHEN, Lord, to this our Western land, Led by thy providential hand,
Our wand'ring fathers came,
Their ancient homes, their friends in youth,
Sent forth the heralds of thy truth,
To keep them in thy name.
2 Then, through our solitary coast,
The desert features soon were lost;
Thy temples there arose;
Our shores, as culture made them fair,
Were hallow'd by thy rites, by pray'r,
And blossom'd as the rose.
3 And O! may we repay this debt
To regions solitary yet
Within our spreading land!
There, brethren, from our common home,
Still westward, like our fathers, roam;
Still guided by thy hand.
4 Saviour! we own this debt of love:
O shed thy Spirit from above,
To move each Christian breast;
Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim,
And temples rise to fix thy name,
Through all our desert west.
HYMN 106.
Isaiah xxxv. 2.
1 ON Zion, and on Lebanon,
On Carmel's blooming height,
On Sharon's fertile plams, once shone
The glory, pure and bright:
2 From thence its mild and cheering ray
Stream'd forth from land to land;
And empires now behold its day;
And still its beams expand.
3 Its brightest splendours, darting west,
Our happy shores illume;
Our farther regions, once unblest,
Now like a garden bloom:
4 But ah! our deserts deep and wild
See not this heav'nly light;
No sacred beams, no radiance mild,
Dispel their dreary night.
5 Thou, who didst lighten Zion's hill,
On Carmel who didst shine,
Our deserts let thy glory fill,
Thy excellence divine!
6 Like Lebanon, in tow'ring pride,
May all our forests smile;
And may our borders blossom wide,
Like Sharon's fruitful soil.
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 river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle ;
Though ev'ry 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 each 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 spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
1 DISOWN'D of heav'n, by man opprest,
Outcasts from Zion's hallow'd ground,
Wherefore should Israel's sons, once blest,
Still roam the scorning world around?
2 Lord! visit thy forsaken race,
Back to thy fold the wand'rers bring; Teach them to seek thy slighted grace, And hail in Christ their promis'd King.
3 The veil of darkness rend in twain
Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light;
The sever'd olive branch again
Firm to its parent stock unite.
4 Hail, glorious day, expected long!
When Jew and Greek one pray'r shall pour, With eager feet one temple throng, With grateful praise one God adore.
1 HOW wondrous and great
Thy works, God of praise!
How just, King of saints,
And true, are thy ways!
O who shall not fear thee,
And honour thy name!
Thou only art holy,
Thou only supreme!
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