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And build on sin’s demolished throne
A temple to thy praise.
Prayer for the Conversion of the World.
O LORD, our God, arise,
The cause of truth maintain;
And wide o'er all the peopled world
Extend her blessed reign.
2 Thou Prince of life, arise,
Nor let thy glory cease;
Far spread §. conquests of thy grace,
And bless the earth with peace.
3 Thou Holy Ghost, arise,
Extend thy healing wing;
And o'er a dark and ruined world
Let light and order spring.
4 Let all on earth arise,
To God the Saviour sing:
From shore to shore—from earth to heaven,
Let echoing anthems ring !
SOWEREIGN of worlds' display thy power, Be this thy Zion's favored hour: Oh bid the morning-star arise Oh point the heathen to the skies. 2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, In western wilds, and heathen plains, Farlet the gospel's sound be known; Make thou the universe thine own. 8 Speak! and the world shall hearthy voice: Speak! and the desert shall rejoice:
Scatter the gloom of heathen night,
Bid every nation hail the light.
ASCEND thy throne, almighty King;
Now spread thy glories all abroad;
Let thine own arm salvation bring,
And be thou known the gracious God.
2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humble mourners seek thy face, *go rebels to thy feet, Subdued by thy victorious grace. 3 Oh let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord; Let saints and angels praise thy name; Be thou through heaven and earth adored.
ARM of the Lord, awake!—awake!
Put on thy strength—the nations shake
Now let the world, adoring, see -
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,
‘I am Jehovah, God alone!’
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
3 Let Zion's time of favor come!'
Oh, bring the tribes of Israel home!
Soon may our wondering eyes behold
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold !
4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim
Through every clime—of every name!
Let adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all !
3 - 4 8s, 7s & 4.
O Prayer for the Conversion of the World.
O’ER the realms of pagan darkness,
Let the eye of pity gaze; -
See the kindreds of the people
Lost in sin’s bewildering maze:
On the face of all the earth.
2 Light of them that sit in darkness! ise and shine—thy blessings bring: Light to lighten all the Gentiles! ise with healing in thy wing; To thy brightness Let all kings and nations come.
3 May the heathen, now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and, worshipping before him,
Serve the living God alone:
Let thy glory
Fill the earth as floods the sea.
4 Thou to whom all power is given,
Speak the word—at thy command,
Let the company of preachers
Spread thy name from land to land;
Lord, be with them
Alway to the end of time.
Prayer for the Jews.
MAY the glorious day of promise
Come, and spread its cheerful ray,
When the scattered sheep of iros
Shall no longer go astray;
With united voice they cry,
2 Lord! how long wilt thou be angry 2
Shall thy wrath forever burn?
Rise! redeem thine ancient people;
Their transgressions from them turn.
King of Israel!
Come, and set thy people free!
Conversion of all JNations approaching.
ARISE! arise!—with joy survey
The glory of the latter day:
Already is the dawn begun
Which marks at hand a rising sun!
2 “Behold the way!' ye heralds, cry:
Spare not—but lift your voices high:
onvey the sound from pole to pole,
“Glad tidings' to the captive soul.
3 The north gives up—the south no more Keeps back her consecrated store: From east to west the message runs, And either India yields her sons.
4 Auspicious dawn!—thy rising ray With joy we view—and hail the day: Great Sun of Righteousness!—arisé, And fill the world with glad surprise.
DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust;
e calls thee from the dead. 2 Awake—awake!—put on thy stren
Thy beautiful array; y gth,
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 P
4 They come! they come—thine exiled bands, here'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 Gods his works destroy,
With songs thy ransomed shall return,
And everlasting joy.
8s, 7s & 4.
GIRD thy sword on, mighty Saviour,
Make the word of truth t y car:
Prosper in thy course, triumphant;
. success attend thy war;
Bring thy trophies from afar.
Mo combined with meekness,
ighteousness and peace unite
To ensure thy blessed conquests—
Take possession of thy right:
Ride triumphant, -
Dressed in robes of purest light.
3 Blest are they that touch thy sceptre!
Blest are all that own thy reign;
Freed from sin—that worst of tyrants—
Rescued from its galling chain;
Saints and angels,
All who know thee, bless thy reign.