Where the skies forever smile,
And the blacks forever weep.
3 Where the golden gates of day
Open on the palmy East,
Wide the bleeding cross display,
Spread the gospel's richest feast.

4 Visit ev'ry heathen soil,

Ev'ry barren, burning strand,—
Bid each dreary region smile,
Lovely as the promis'd land.

5 In yon wilds of stream and shade,
Many an Indian wigwam trace;
And with words of love persuade
Savages to sue for grace.

6 Circumnavigate the Ball-
Visit ev'ry soil and sea;

Preach the cross of Christ to all;
Jesus' love is full and free.

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Tamworth, Littleton.

BALDWIN.

Farewel to Missionaries.

ye

heralds of salvation,

Go, proclaim Redeeming blood ;'
Publish to that barb'rous nation,

Peace and pardon from our God:
Tell the heathen,

None but Christ can do them good.

2 While the gospel trump you're sounding, May the Spirit seal the word,

abounding,

And, thro' sov'reign grace
Heathen bow and own the Lord;
Idols leaving,

God alone shall be ador'd.

8 Distant tho' our souls are blending,
Still our hearts are warm and true;
In our pray'rs to heav'n ascending,
Brethren-we'll remember you;
Heav'n preserve you,

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Safely all your journey through.

4 When your mission here is finish'd,
And your work on earth is done,
May your souls, by grace replenish'd,
Find acceptance thro' the Son;
Thence admitted,

Dwell forever near his throne.

5 Loud hosannas now resounding,
Make the heav'nly arches ring:
Grace to sinful men abounding,
Ransom'd millions sweetly sing;
While, with rapture,

All adore their heav'nly King.

HYMN 500. C. M.

Steffani's, Braintree.

The Missionaries' farewel.

1 INDRED, and friends, and native land,

'K'How shall we say farewel?

How, when our swelling sails expand,
How will our bosoms swell!

2 Yes, nature, all thy soft delights, And tender ties we know ;

But love, more strong than death, unites
To Him that bids us go.

3 Thus, when our ev'ry passion mov'd,
The gushing tear-drop starts;
The cause of Jesus more belov'd,
Shall glow within our hearts.

4 The sighs we breathe for precious souls,
Where He is yet unknown,
Might waft us to the distant poles,
Ör to the burning zone.

5 With the warm wish our bosoms swell,
Our glowing pow'rs expand;
Farewel,-then we can say,-Farewel,
Our friends, our native land!

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HYMN 501. L. M.

Kingsbridge, Armley.

AREWEL! and what if next we meet In yonder world to which we haste, And join to cast at Jesus' feet

Our crowns, while we his love shall taste. 2 Should sorrow therefore fill our mind? No; let that hope our bosoms swell, Then may we smiling look behind And say to friends and home-Farewel.

977

HYMN 502. L. M.

W

Bostock, Bicester, Truro.

Acts x. 38.

GIBBONS.

HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works from day to day, But miracles of pow'r and grace, That spread salvation thro' our race? 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue; Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done, Be witness'd by each rolling sun.

3 That man may last, but never lives, Who much receives, but nothing gives, Whom none can love, whom none can thank;

Creation's blot, creation's blank.

4 But he, who marks from day to day,
In generous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

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HYMN 503. c. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Springfield, York, St. Ann's.

The good Samaritán. Luke x. 30-37. ATHER of mercies, send thy grace, All pow'rful from above,

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To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.

20 may our sympathizing breast
That generous pleasure know;
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' wo.

3 When the most helpless sons of grief,
In low distress are laid;

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus look'd on dying men,
When thron'd above the skies;
And midst th' embraces of thy love,
He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew
To raise us from the ground;
And gave the richest of his blood,
A balm for ev'ry wound.

HYMN 504.

8, 7.

FRANCIS.

1

Sicilian H. Northampton-Chapel.

WHI

HILE the heralds of salvation
God's abounding grace proclaim;
Let his friends of ev'ry station,
Gladly join to spread his name.

2 May his kingdom be promoted-
May the world the Saviour know;
Be my all to him devoted-

To my Lord my all I owe.

3 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations-
Praise him, all ye hosts above;
Shout, with joyful acclamations,
His divine-victorious love.