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THOU, whose Almighty word

Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight,
Hear us, we humbly pray;
And, where the Gospel-day
Sheds not its glorious ray,

“Let there be light”!
2 Thou, who didst come to bring,
On Thy redeeming wing,

Healing and light;
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,
Oh, now to all mankind

“ Let there be light”!
3 Spirit of truth of love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,

Speed forth thy flight!
Move on the waters' face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place

“Let there be light”!
4 Blessed and Holy There,
Glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, Love, Might!
Boundless as ocean's tide,
Rolling in fullest pride,
Through the world far and wide,

“Let there be light”!

156 ARM of the Lord! awake, awake !

Put on Thy strength! The nations

shake; And let the world, adoring, see Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee !

Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee ! 2 Let Zion's time of favour come!

Oh, bring the tribes of Israel home!
And let our wond'ring eyes behold

Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold !
3 Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim,

Exalt the Saviour's glorious name;
Let every foe before him fall, ,
Confessed, ador'd, the Lord of all.


157 A LL hail the power of Jesus' name !

Let angels prostrate fall ;
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him LORD OF ALL.
2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

A remnant weak and small,
Hail Him who saves you by His

And crown Him LORD OF ALL.
3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown Him LORD OF ALL.
4 O that with yonder sacred throng

We at his feet may fall,
There join the everlasting song,
And crown Him LORD OF ALL !

158 RISE, gracious God, and shine

In all Thy saving might,
And prosper each design

To spread Thy glorious light;
Let healing streams of mercy flow,

That all the earth Thy truth may know! 2 O, bring the nations near,

That they may sing Thy praise ;
Let all the people hear,

And learn Thy holy ways !
Reign, Mighty God, assert Thy cause,

And govern by Thy righteous laws! 3 Exert Thy glorious power!

The nations then will see,
And earth present her store,

In converts born of Thee :
God, our own God, his Church will bless,
And earth shall yield her full increase.

159 THE whit’ning fields bespeak

A glorious harvest near;
A harvest of immortal souls,

Which barren wastes shall bear.
2 Lord of the harvest, rise,

Thy pow'r and love display ;
And lab'rers, holy, zealous, wise,

Send forth without delay.
3 And ye, his ministers,

Go, tell his matchless grace
To the most guilty and deprav'd

Of Adam's num'rous race:

4 We wish you, in his name,

Beyond your hopes, success ;
Nor doubt but He who sends you forth

Will your endeavours bless.

160 W.HERE, where is Zion's helper ?

Our fathers' God, our Father,
Her foes insulting scatter ;

Her scatter'd children gather;
2 Jerusalem lies prostrate,

Her walls and bulwarks broken ;
Gone is her ancient glory,

We see no ancient token:
3 Where, where is Zion's helper?

Arm of the Lord outstretched,
That smotest in Thine anger,

Awake and shield the wretched :
4 Jerusalem Thy chosen

Remember in her sadness :
And for her days of weeping

Renew her days of gladness :
5 She sits a captive widow,

Bereft, forlorn, forsaken:
Thrown down her holy altars,

Her priests, her princes taken:
6 Arm of the Lord outstretched,

Regard her desolation;
Revive, restore, recover,
And grant her Thy salvation.

161 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand, -
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand, -

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 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.
3 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 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.

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