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ROM 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.

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 strown,
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

in Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?

/ Salvation, O salvation,

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name.

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 ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

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HEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,

On him I lean, who, not in vain,

Experienced every human pain;

He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

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m If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still he, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

If vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismayed my spirit dies,
Still he who once vouchsafed to bear
The pang of anguish nigh despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
m And O, when I have safely pass'd
Through every conflict, but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for thou hast died;
i Then point to realms of cloudless day,
d And wipe the latest tear away.

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OVE divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down,
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown:

Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art,
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.

Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee as thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy perfect love.

m Finish then thy new creation,
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see thy great salvation,
Perfectly restored in thee.

i Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place; d Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

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WOW blessed, from the bonds of sin

143 H And earthly fetters free,

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In singleness of heart and aim,

Thy servant, Lord, to be;
The hardest toil to undertake
With joy at thy command,
The meanest office to receive

With meekness at thy hand.

m Thus may I serve thee, gracious Lord,
Thus ever thine alone,

My soul and body given to thee,
The purchase thou hast won;
Through evil or through good report
Still keeping by thy side,
By life or death, in this my flesh
Let Christ be magnified.

/ How happily the working days
In this dear service fly,

d How rapidly the closing hour,
The time of rest, draws nigh;
i When all the faithful gather home,
A joyful company,

And ever where the Master is,
Shall his bless'd servants be.

ye thankful come,

144 Raise the song of Harvest-home:

All is safely gathered in,

Ere the winter storms begin;
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home.

m All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

s For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home;
From his field shall in that day
All offences purge away,
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
m But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.

/ Even so, Lord, quickly come,
To thy final Harvest-home:
Gather thou thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There for ever purified,

In thy presence to abide:

vl Come, with all thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest-home.

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ESUS calls us; o'er the tumult
Of our life's wild, restless sea
Day by day his sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, s Christian, follow me:

m As of old, Apostles heard it
By the Galilean lake,

Turned from home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for his dear sake.

Jesus calls us from the worship

Of the vain world's golden store,
From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, s Christian, love me more.

m In our joys and in our sorrows,

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Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still he calls, in cares and pleasures,
Christian, love me more than these.

Jesus calls us; by thy mercies,
Saviour, may we hear thy call,
Give our hearts to thy obedience,
Serve and love thee best of all.

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AMB of God, I look to thee,
Thou shalt my example be;
Thou art gentle, meek, and mild,
Thou wast once a little child.

Fain I would be as thou art,
Give me thy obedient heart;
Thou art pitiful and kind,

Let me have thy loving mind.
s Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb,
In thy gracious hands I am;
Make me, Saviour, what thou art ;
Live thyself within my heart.

7 I shall then show forth thy praise,
Serve thee all my happy days;
Then the world shall always see
Christ, the Holy Child, in me.

Fight the fight, and, worn with strife,
Steep with tears the bread of life.

Onward, Christians, onward go,
Join the war, and face the foe;
Faint not, much doth yet remain,
Dreary is the long campaign.

Shrink not, Christians, will ye yield?
Will ye quit the painful field?
Will ye flee in danger's hour?
Know ye not your Captain's power?

m Let your drooping hearts be glad ;
March, in heavenly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Victory soon shall tune your song.

Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not woe your course impede,

go;

Great your strength, if great your need.