1. Fling out the banner! let it float Skyward and sea-ward,high and wide;

The sun, that lights its shining folds, The cross, on which the Saviour died.

ten,Lord, the glorious time, When, be-neath Mes si ah's sway,

474 CAMBRIDGE C. M.

John Randall

I. Daughter of Zi - on,from the dust Exalt thy fall - en head; Again in thy Re

deemer trust; He calls thee from the dead, He calls thee from the dead, He calls thee from the dead.

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2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, 4 They come, they come; thine exiled Thy beautiful array;

The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth;

Where'er they rest or roam, [bands, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home.

5 Thus, though the universe shall burn, And God his works destroy,

Say to the south, "Give up thy charge!" With songs thy ransomed shall return, And, "Keep not back, O north!"

And everlasting joy.

Send the gospel, Send the gos - pel To the earth's re

1. God speed the gospel! O Father,in pit-y, Help! where the throngs of the people are met;

Thro him who wept o'er the recreant city,Strengthen our hands for the work thou hast set.

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2 God speed the gospel! By mercies and wonders
Long hast thou called us in truth to be free;
Still let thy voice, or in whispers or thunders,
Summon our country to glorify thee.

3 God speed the gospel! Let uttermost nation
Hear in the language wherein they were born.
Send thou new Pentecosts, swift with salvation,
Fair spring the myrtle where once stood the thorn.

4 God speed the gospel! Enflame them that hear it,
All men and us, to declare thy glad reign.
Conquer the world by the sword of thy spirit,
Hasten Immanuel's coming again!

M. W. Stryker

478 (WESLEY) 11. 10. 11. 10

I Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning!
Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain !
Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning;
Zion in triumph begins her mild reign.

2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning,
Long by the prophets of Israel foretold;
Hail to the millions from bondage returning;
Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold.

3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing;
Streams ever copious are gliding along;
Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing;
Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song.

4 See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean,
Praise to Jehovah ascending on high;
Fallen are the engines of war and commotion;
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.

479 MISSIONARY HYMN 7. 6. 7. 6. D.

1. From Green land's i cy mountains, From India's cor