1 HEAD of the Church, whose Spirit fills And flows through every faithful soul, Unites in mystic love, and seals

Them one, and sanctifies the whole;

2 "Come, Lord," thy glorious Spirit cries,
And souls beneath the altar groan;
"Come, Lord," the bride on earth replies,
"And perfect all our souls in one."

3 Pour out the promised gift on all;
Answer the universal "Come!"
The fullness of the Gentiles call,
And take thine ancient people home.

4 To thee let all the nations flow;

Let all obey the gospel word;
Let all their bleeding Saviour know,
Filled with the glory of the Lord.

5 O for thy truth and mercy's sake
The purchase of thy passion claim;
Thine heritage, the Gentiles, take,
And cause the world to know thy name.
Charles Wesley.

925 Light for those who sit in darkness.

1 THOUGH now the nations sit beneath
The darkness of o'erspreading death,
God will arise with light divine,
On Zion's holy towers to shine.

2 That light shall shine on distant lands,
And wandering tribes, in joyful bands,
Shall come, thy glory, Lord, to see,
And in thy courts to worship thee.

3 O light of Zion, now arise!
Let the glad morning bless our eyes;
Ye nations, catch the kindling ray,
And hail the splendors of the day.

Leonard Bacon

1 COMFORT, ye ministers of grace, Comfort the people of your Lord; O lift ye up the fallen race,

And cheer them by the gospel word.

2 Go into every nation, go;

Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry,-
Glad tidings unto all we show:
Jerusalem, thy God is nigh.

3 Hark! in the wilderness a cry,
A voice that loudly calls,-Prepare!
Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh,

And waits to make his entrance there.

4 The Lord your God shall quickly come,
Sinners, repent, the call obey:
Open your hearts to make him room;
Ye desert souls, prepare the way.

5 The Lord shall clear his way through al
Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain;
The vale shall rise, the mountain fall,
Crooked be straight, and rugged plain,

6 The glory of the Lord displayed
Shall all mankind together view;
And what his mouth in truth hath said.
His own almighty hand shall do.

Charles Wesley.

927 Souls perishing for lack of knowledge.

1 SHEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye
The thousands of our Israel see;
To thee in their behalf we cry,

Ourselves but newly found in thee.

2 See where o'er desert wastes they err, And neither food nor feeder have, Nor fold, nor place of refuge near,

For no man cares their souls to save.

3 Thy people, Lord, are sold for naught,
Nor know they their Redeemer nigh;
They perish, whom thyself hast bought;
Their souls for lack of knowledge die.

4 The pit its mouth hath opened wide,
To swallow up its careless prey:
Why should they die, when thou hast died,
Hast died to bear their sins away?

Why should the foe thy purchase seize?
Remember, Lord, thy dying groans:
The meed of all thy sufferings these;
O claim them for thy ransomed ones!

Charles Wesley.

928 1 JESUS, thy Church, with longing eyes, For thine expected coming waits: When will the promised light arise,

The Saviour's coming awaited.

And glory beam on Zion's gates?

2 E'en now, when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall,

Ánd deem that our redemption's nigh.

1 Look from thy sphere of endless day,
O God of mercy and of might!
In pity look on those who stray,
Benighted, in this land of light.

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,
In crowded mart, by stream or sea,
How many of the sons of men

Hear not the message sent from thee!

3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord, to call The thoughtless young, the hardened old A scattered, homeless flock, till all

Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.

4 Send them thy mighty word to speak. Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak,

And bind and heal the broken heart.

5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, That make us sadden as we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green, And lift to heaven the voice of praise. William C. Bryant.

2 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.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,

Till earth's remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name.

4 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 ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

931

Reginald Heber.

Departing missionaries.

1 ROLL on, thou mighty ocean!
And, as thy billows flow,
Bear messengers of mercy

To every land below.

Arise, ye gales, and waft them

Safe to the destined shore; That man may sit in darkness,

And death's black shade, no more.

2 O thou eternal Ruler,

Who holdest in thine arm

The tempests of the ocean,

Protect them from all harm!

Thy presence, Lord, be with them,
Wherever they may be;

Though far from us who love them,
Still let them be with thee.

James Edmeston.

WEBB.

7, 6.

GEORGE JAMES WEBB.

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932 The morning light is breaking. 1 THE morning light is breaking; The darkness disappears; The sons of earth are waking

To penitential tears;

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.

2 See heathen nations bending
Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above;
While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel call obey,
And seek the Saviour's blessing,
A nation in a day.

3 Blest river of salvation,

Pursue thine onward way; Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy richness stay: Stay not till all the lowly

Triumphant reach their home: Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim, "The Lord is come!"

935

The watchman's report.

2 Watchman, tell us of the night;
Higher yet that star ascends.
Traveler, blessedness and light,
Peace and truth, its course portends!
Watchman, will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveler, ages are its own,

See, it bursts o'er all the earth! 3 Watchman, tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn.
Traveler, darkness takes its flight;

Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
Watchman, let thy wandering cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home!
Traveler, lo! the Prince of peace,
Lo! the Son of God is come!
Bir John Bowring.

O that all might catch the flame,
All partake the glorious bliss!
2 When he first the work begun,
Small and feeble was his day:
Now the word doth swiftly run;

Now it wins its widening way:
More and more it spreads and grows,
Ever mighty to prevail;
Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows,
Shakes the trembling gates of hell.
3 Sons of God, your Saviour praise!
He the door hath opened wide;
He hath given the word of grace;
Jesus' word is glorified.
Jesus, mighty to redeem,

He alone the work hath wrought; Worthy is the work of him,

Him who spake a world from naught. 4 Saw ye not the cloud arise, Little as a human hand? Now it spreads along the skies, Hangs o'er all the thirsty land; Lo! the promise of a shower Drops already from above; But the Lord will shortly pour All the Spirit of his love.

Charles Wesley.