181 "God be merciful unto us, and bless us; and cause His face to shine upon us.” 182 "Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon mfO'ER those gloomy hills of darkness 3 mf Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, Look, my soul; be still, and gaze; All the promises do travail Let thy glorious morning dawn. mfLet the Indian, let the Negro, Let the rude barbarian see Loud resound from pole to pole. Let them have the glorious light; cres And from eastern coast to western May the morning chase the night; And redemption, Freely purchased, win the day. 4 f Fly abroad, eternal gospel, 183 mountains." ImfBEHOLD, the mountain of the Lord 4mf Among the nations He shall judge; His judgments truth shall guide; His sceptre shall protect the just And quell the sinner's pride. No strife shall rage, nor hostile feud Disturb those peaceful years; cres To ploughshares men shall beat thei swords, To pruning-hooks their spears. 6mf No longer hosts, encountering hosts Shall.crowds of slain deplore ; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more. 7 cres Come then, O house of Jacob, come 7,7,7,7. Sir MICHAEL COSTA A men 1 mf REVIVE Thy work, O Lord, Thy work of quickening power; 4 mf Revive Thy work, O Lord, Among the long-lost sheep O'er earth's parched wilderness pour dim Of Israel's house, and bid them look The pentecostal shower. [down 2 mf Revive Thy work, O Lord, 3 mf Revive Thy work, O Lord, Amid the polar snows; Let nature's frozen wastes rejoice FALFIELD, or FORMOSA. p On Him they pierced, and weep. 5 mf Revive Thy work, O Lord, In this our native isle ; cres With floods of light and life divine f Make all her borders smile. 6 mf Revive Thy work, O Lord, In our own souls, we pray; cres May all for the great harvest-home Be ripening day by day. Amen. "So shall He sprinkle many nations.' 188 mfSAVIOUR, sprinkle many nations; Fruitful let Thy sorrows be; By Thy pains and consolations, Draw the Gentiles unto Thee. Of Thy cross the wondrous story, Be it to the nations told; res Let them see Thee in Thy glory And Thy mercy manifold. Thirsting, as for dews of even, As the new-mown grass for rain, cres Thee they seek, as God of heaven, dim Thee, as Man for sinners slain. 3 Saviour, lo! the isles are waiting, mf Far and wide, though all unknow- cres ing, Pants for Thee each mortal breast; im Human tears for Thee are flowing, Human hearts in Thee would rest. Stretched the hand, and strained For Thy Spirit new creating, [the sight, Love's pure flame, and wisdom's light. Give the word; and of the preacher Speed the foot and touch the tongue, Till on earth by every creature f Glory to the Lamb be sung! Amen, |