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3 Teach them to sow the precious seed;
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain-
Souls that will well reward their pain.
4 Let thronging multitudes around
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains thy grace implore,
And feel thy new-creating power.

5 Let sinners break their massive chains,
Distressed souls forget their pains;
Let light through distant realms be spread,
And Zion rear her drooping head.

Missions at Home.

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8.7.7.

The gospel-trumpet.

Ps. lxxxix, 15. Isa. xxvii, 13. 2 Cor. iv, 13.

1 HARK! the solemn trumpet sounding
Loud proclaims the jubilee;
"Tis the voice of grace abounding,
Grace to sinners, rich and free:
Ye, who know the joyful sound,
Publish it to all around.

2 Is the name of Jesus precious?
Does his love your spirits cheer?
Do you find Him kind and gracious,
Still removing doubt and fear?
Think how many still are found
Strangers to the joyful sound.
3 Brethren! join in supplication,
Join to plead before the Lord;
'Tis his arm that brings salvation;
He alone can give the word:
Father! let thy kingdom come;
Bring thy wand'ring outcasts home.
4 Brethren! let us freely offer;
All we have is from above:
Let us give, and act, and suffer:
What is this to Jesu's love?
Did He die our souls to save?
His we are and all we have.

Missions to the Colonies.

389

6-8's.

Care for the souls of our scattered fellow-countrymen.
Acts xvi, 12, 13. Philem. 15. 1 Pet. iv, 10.
1 CHURCHES of Christ, by God's right hand
Thick planted in this favour'd land,
If to your hearts his word be dear,
O think of those who pine to hear,
Far from their native shores exil'd,
A pastor's voice amid the wild!

to the Colonies.

2 O let a voice of comfort bless
The lone and rugged wilderness!
Send faithful shepherds forth to feed
The scatter'd wand'rers in their need:
Straight paths for feeble knees prepare,
And drooping hands sustain by prayer.
3 The heathen, who in darkness lay,
Wake to the dawn of heavenly day;
But shall a worse than pagan night
O'ertake the race that dwelt in light,
And Britain's God to Britons, thrown
On distant shores, become unknown?
4 Great Shepherd of the ransom'd seed!
For thy dispersed ones we plead:
How shall these multitudes be fed?
"Tis thine to multiply the bread:
Richly hast Thou our wants supplied;
By us for them, for all, provide.

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1 GREAT God of Abraham! hear our prayer;
Let Abraham's seed thy mercy share;
Oh! may they now at length return,
And look on Him they pierced, and mourn.

to the Jews.

2 Remember Jacob's flock of old;
Bring home the wand'rers to thy fold;
Remember too thy promised word-
Israel at last shall seek the Lord.

3 Though outcasts still, estranged from Thee,
Cut off from their own olive-tree,
Why should they longer such remain,
For Thou canst graft them in again?

4 Lord! put thy law within their hearts,
And write it in their inward parts;
The veil of darkness rend in two,
Which hides Messiah from their view.

5 O haste the day foretold so long,

When Jew and Greek, a glorious throng, One house shall seek, one prayer shall pour, And one Redeemer shall adore!

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The captive daughter of Zion. Isa. xl, 1, 2; lxi, 7. Nahum i, 15.

8. 7. 4.

Zeph. iii, 14, 15.

1 ON THE Mountain-tops appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing-
Zion long in hostile lands-
Mourning captive!

God Himself will loose thy bands.

to the Jews.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful prov'd?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmov'd?
Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well belov'd.

3 Lo! thy sun is ris'n in glory;
God Himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Great deliv'rance

Zion's King vouchsafes to send.
4 Enemies no more shall trouble;
All thy warfare now is pass'd;
For thy shame thou shalt have double;
Days of peace are come at last:
All thy conflicts

End in everlasting rest.

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L. M.

Israel's harp on the willows.

Ps. cxxxvii, 1-3. Mal. i, 11. John iv, 21-23. 1 HIGH on the bending willows hung, Israel! still sleeps the tuneful string? Still mute remains the sullen tongue, And Zion's song denies to sing?

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