5 Baptize the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every kindred call Him Lord.

6 God from eternity hath will'd,
All flesh shall his salvation see;
So be the Father's love fulfill'd,

The Saviour's sufferings crown'd, through Thee. 553.

The Spirit creating all things new. 1 SPIRIT of power and might, behold A world by sin destroy'd;

Creator, Spirit, as of old,

Move on the formless void.

2 Give Thou the word :-that healing sound
Shall quell the deadly strife,
And earth again, like Eden crown'd,
Produce the Tree of Life.

3 If sang the morning stars for joy,
When nature rose to view,
What strains will angel-harps employ,
When Thou shalt all renew?

4 And if the sons of God rejoice
To hear a Saviour's name,

How will the ransom'd raise their voice,
To whom that Saviour came?

5 Lo, every kindred, tongue, and tribe,
Assembling round the throne,

Thy new creation shall ascribe
To sovereign love alone.

554.

The success of the Gospel in our days. 1 "LET there be light:"-Thus spake the Word; The Word was God; "and there was light:" -Still the creative voice is heard;

A day is born from every night.

2 And every night shall turn to day,
While months, and years, and ages roll;
But we have seen a brighter ray
Dawn on the chaos of the soul.

3 Nor we alone; its wakening smiles
Have broke the gloom of pagan sleep;
The Word hath reach'd the utmost isles,
God's Spirit moves upon the deep.
4 Already from the dust of death,

Man in his Maker's image stands ;
Once more inhales immortal breath,
And stretches forth to heaven his hands.

5 From day to day before our eyes,
Glows and extends the work begun;
When shall the new creation rise
On every land beneath the sun?

6 When, in the Sabbath of his love,
Shall God amidst his labours rest;
And, bending from his throne above,
Again pronounce his creatures bless'd?

555.

The restoration of Israel.

I DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;

Again in thy Redeemer trust,

He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;

The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;

Say to the south," Give up thy charge,
And keep not back, O north!"

4 They come, they come ;-thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam,

Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

5 Thus, though the universe shall burn,
And God his works destroy,
With songs thy ransom'd shall return,
And everlasting joy.

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556.

The year of Jubilee.

FAIR shines the morning star;
The silver trumpets sound,
Their notes re-echoing far,
While dawns the day around:
Joy to the slave; the slave is free;
It is the year of Jubilee.

Prisoners of hope, in gloom
And silence left to die,

With Christ's unfolding tomb,
Your portals open fly;

Rise with your Lord;-He sets you free;

It is the year of Jubilee.

Ye, who have sold for nought
The land your Fathers won,
Behold how God hath wrought
Redemption through his Son;
Your heritage again is free,
It is the year of Jubilee.

Ye, who yourselves have sold
For debts to justice due,
Ransom'd, but not with gold,
He gave Himself for you:

The blood of Christ hath made you free

It is the year of Jubilee.

Captives of sin and shame,
O'er earth and ocean, hear
An angel's voice proclaim
The Lord's accepted year:
Let Jacob rise, be Israel free,
It is the year of Jubilee.

557.

"All nations shall serve Him."-Ps. lxxii. 11.

1 FALL down, ye nations, and adore
Jehovah on the mercy-seat,

Like prostrate seas on every shore,
That cast their billows at your feet.

2 Let hallelujahs to the skies,
With ocean's everlasting sound,
(The voice of many waters) rise,
Day without night, as time goes round.

3 Come from the east,-with gifts, ye kings, Gold, frankincense, and myrrh:

Where'er the morning spreads her wings,
Let man to God his vows prefer.

4 Come from the west,-the bond, the free,
His easy service make your choice;
Ye isles of the Pacific sea,

Like halcyon-nests, in God rejoice.

5 Come from the south,-through desert sands,
A highway for the Lord prepare;
Let Ethiopia stretch her hands,
And Lybia pour her soul in prayer.

6 Come from the north,-let Europe raise
In all her languages one song;

Give God the glory, power, and praise,
That to his holy name belong.

7 For He hath bow'd the heavens above,
And at his feet the mountains flow'd;
He came; but not in wrath,-in love,
To make with men his pure abode.

8 With smiles, O earth! thy Maker meet;
Nations, before your Saviour fall;
Redemption is in Him complete,
The gospel now is preach'd to all.

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Exhortation to praise and thanksgiving.

STAND up and bless the Lord,

Ye people of his choice;

Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,
With heart, and soul, and voice.

2 Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,

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Who would not fear his holy name,
And laud, and magnify?

O for the living flame

From his own altar brought,

To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!

There with benign regard

Our hymns He deigns to hear;

Though unreveal'd to mortal sense,
The spirit feels Him near.

God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;

Then be his love in Christ proclaim'd
With all our ransom'd powers.

6 Stand up and bless the Lord,
The Lord your God adore;

Stand up, and bless his glorious name,
Henceforth for evermore.

559.

The song of the hundred and forty and four thousand.

1 WHAT are these in bright array,

This innumerable throng,

Round the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song:
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour."