So, Jesus, let thy kingdom come;
Then sin and hell's terrific gloom
Shall at thy brightness flee away,
The dawn of an eternal day.
Then shall the heathen, fill'd with aw
Learn the blest knowledge of thy law;
And Antichrist, on every shore,
Fall from his thrones to rise no more.
Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet
In pure devotion at thy feet;
And earth shall yield thee, as thy due,
Her fulness and her glory too.
O that from Britain now may shine
This heavenly light, this truth divine;
Till the whole universe shall be
But one great temple, Lord, for thee!
HYMN 112. P. M.
The call of the heathen.
FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand;
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.
Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's name!
Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole:
Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
HYMN 113. L. M.
The Spirit accompanying the Word.
1 O SPIRIT of the living God!
In all thy plentitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.
2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard.
3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light;
Confusion, order in thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.
4 Baptise the nations; far and nigh
The wonders of the cross record;
The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every kindred call him Lord.
HYMN 114. L. M.
God's promises of mercy to Israel.
1 GREAT God of Abraham! hear our prayer;
Let Abraham's seed thy mercy share :
O may they now at length return,
And look on him they pierc'd, and mourn!
2 Remember Jacob's flock of old;
Bring home the wanderers to thy fold;
Remember too thy promis'd word,
"Israel at last shall seek the Lord."
3 Though outcasts still, estrang'd 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
And one Redeemer shall adore.
NATIONAL OCCASIONS.
HYMN 115. 8. 8. 6.
For the sovereign.
LORD, thou hast bid thy people pray
For all who bear the sovereign sway,
And thy vicegerents reign;
Rulers, and governors, and powers,
And lo! in faith we pray
Nor shall we pray in vain.
Jesus, thy chosen servant guard,
And every threatening danger ward
From her anointed head:
Her heart to thy blest will incline,
And through the path of peace divine,
To life eternal lead.
Cover her enemies with shame,
Defeat their dire malicious aim,
Their baffled hopes destroy;
But shower on her thy blessings down,
Crown her with grace, with glory crown,
And everlasting joy.
To hoary hairs be thou her God,
Late may she see thy high abode,
Late to thy heaven remove;
Of virtues full, and happy days,
Accounted worthy, by thy grace,
To fill a throne above.
HYMN 116.
For a day of public humiliation.
SEE, gracious Lord, before thy throne
A mourning people bend!
"Tis on thy sovereign grace alone
Our humble hopes depend.
Tremendous judgments from thy hand
Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
Great God! and why is Britain spar'd,
Ungrateful as we are?
O make thy awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries, "Forbear."
O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord!
Bestow thy cheering grace!
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.
HYMN 117. L. M.
Thanksgiving for national deliverance.
PRAISE to the Lord, who bows his ear,
Propitious to his people's prayer;
And, though deliverance long delay,
Answers in his well-chosen day.
O may thy grace our land engage,
Rescued from fierce destructive rage,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King!
Our temples, guarded from the flame,
Shall echo thy triumphant name;
And every peaceful private home
To thee a temple shall become.
Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy honour'd sight:
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
To life's last hour to persevere.
HYMN 118. L. M.
Praise for national peace.
1 GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies!
A word of thine almighty breath
Can sink the world, or bid it rise;
Thy smile is life, thy frown is death.
2 When angry nations rush to arms,
And rage, and noise, and tumult reign,
And war resounds its dire alarms,
And slaughter dyes the hostile plain;
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