Friends, connexions, happy country!
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?
2 Home! thy joys are passing lovely;
Joys no stranger-heart can tell!
Happy home! 'tis sure I love thee!
Can I-can I say-Farewell?
Can I leave thee,

- Far in heathen lands to dwell?
3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath-bell,
d Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure!
Can I say a last farewell?

Can I leave you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?
s 4 Yes! I hasten from you gladly,
From the scenes I love so well!
Far away, ye billows, bear me ;
Lovely native land, farewell!
Pleased I leave thee,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.
5 In the deserts let me labour,
On the mountains let me tell,
How he died-the blessed Saviour-
To redeem a world from hell!
Let me hasten,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean
Let the winds my canvass swell-
Heaves my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence to dwell.
Glad I bid thee,

Native land!-Farewell-Farewell!

S. F. SMITH,

HYMN 398. L. M. Winchelsea. [*]

Glory awaiting faithful Missionaries.

g1 ETERNAL Lord! from land to land,

Shall echo thine all-glorious name,

Till kingdoms bow at thy command,
And every lip thy praise proclaim.
2 Exalted high, on every shore,
The banner of the cross, unfurled,
Shall summon thousands to adore
The Saviour of a ransomed world.

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s 3 Thousands shall join thy pilgrim band
And, by that sacred standard led,
Press forward to Immanuel's land,
Nor fear the thorny path to tread.
4 Triumphant over every foe,

Their ransomed numbers shall move on,
To that blest world where sin and woe
Shall never mingle with their song.

HYMN 399. L. M. Angels' Hymn. [b or *] For Missionary Associations.

81 ASSEMBLED at thy great command,

Before thy face, dread King, we stand;

The voice that marshalled every star,
Has called thy people from afar.

-2 We meet through distant lands to spread
The truth for which the martyrs bled;
Along the line-to either pole-
The thunder of thy praise to roll.

3 First bow our hearts beneath thy sway;
Then give thy growing empire way,
O'er wastes of sin-o'er fields of blood-
Till all mankind shall be subdued.

4 Our prayers assist-accept our praise-
Our hopes revive-our courage raise-
Our counsels aid-and oh! impart,
The single eye-the faithful heart.

COLLYER.

HYMN 400. L. M. Duke Street. [*]
Active Benevolence in Imitation of Christ.

。1 WHEN from the glorious realms of day,

On wings of love, the Saviour flew,

He walked through mercy's heavenly way,
And bade the world his steps pursue.

p 2 The blind, the lame, his power confessed;
The dumb broke forth in grateful strains;
He gave the wearied spirit rest,

And loosed the prisoner from his chains.
-3 And shall not they whose lips resound
The matchless deeds the Saviour wrought,
Like him in charity abound,

And practise what his goodness taught?
-4 Ye who his grace so freely share,
Your willing aid as freely give;
Your lively faith and love declare,
And in his sacred precepts live.

u 5 Honour your Saviour, speak his praise;
By acts of love his grace proclaim;
Sweet anthems to his glory raise,
And in hosannas sound his name.

HYMN 401. L. P. M. Palestine. [b]
Saturday Evening.

SW

e 1 WEET is the last, the parting ray,
That ushers placid evening in ;
When with the still, expiring day,
The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin;
How grateful to the anxious breast
The sacred hours of holy rest!
-2 Hushed is the tumult of the day,
And worldly cares and business cease;
While soft the vesper breezes play,
To hymn the glad return of peace:
Delightful season! kindly given

To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven.
-3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come,
Lord, raise my thoughts from earthly things,
And bear them to my heavenly home,

u

On faith and hope's celestial wings,-
Till the last gleam of life decay,

In one eternal Sabbath-day.

HYMN 402. P. M.

1

C

Lord's Day.

Haddam. [*]

HILDREN of God, awake,
And hail this sacred day;

In loftiest songs of praise

Your grateful homage pay;

Come, bless the day that God hath blest,

The type of heaven's eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose;

He burst the bars of death,

And vanquished all our foes;

-And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruit of all his love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with hosannas rings;
And earth with humbler strains
Thy praise responsive sings-
"Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign!'

יי!

HYMN 403. L. M. Blendon. [*]
"There remaineth a Rest to the People of God."

1T But there's a nobler rest above;
HINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love,

-Oh that we might that rest attain

From sin, from sorrow, and from pain.
8 2 In thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues.
p 3 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
@ 4 Oh long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on this world of wo and sin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest in God.

HYMN 404. C. M. Broomsgrove. [*] A Hymn for the Evening of the Lord's Day. REQUENT the day of God returns,

Fshed its quickening beams;

p And yet how slow devotion burns! How languid are its flames!

2 Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;

-We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

-3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,

The Sabbath ne'er shall end ;

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,

With heavenly lustre shine;

Before the throne of God appear,

And feast on love divine.

BROWN.

HYMN 405. 7s. Pilgrim. [*]

Sabbath Morning Prayer Meeting.

EAVENLY Spirit! may each heart

be

o 2 Lead us forth with joy and peace
To thy temple, in thy ways;

e And when this sweet day shall cease,
g May its sun go down with praise !
-3 May thy ministers declare
All thy word of truth with power,
Till the sinner bend in prayer,
Conquered in that mighty hour.
4 So may we, who worship here,
Profit by thy word to-day;

And more love, and peace, and fear
Carry from thy house away.

1

HYMN 406. L. M.

COMM

Stonefield. [*]

For the Blessing of Father, Son, and Spirit.
OMMAND thy blessing from above,
O God! on all assembled here;
Behold us with a Father's love,
While we look up with filial fear.
2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord!
May we thy true disciples be:

Speak to each heart the mighty word,
Say to the weakest, "Follow me.'
3 Command thy blessing in this hour,
Spirit of Truth! and fill this place
With humbling and exalting power,
With quickening and confirming grace.
4 O thou, our Maker, Saviour, Guide,
One true Eternal God confest;
May nought in life or death divide

The saints in thy communion blest. MONTGOMERY.

HYMN 407. C. M. Stephens. [* or b] * 1 WE bow before thy gracious throne,

And think ourselves sincere ;

But show us, Lord, is every one
Thy real worshipper?

-2 Is here a soul that knows thee not,
Nor feels his want of thee?

A stranger to the blood which bought
His pardon on the tree?

3 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead,
And bid the sleeper rise!

And bid his guilty conscience dread

The death that never dies.