174.

HARK! the song of jubilee—
Loud as mighty thunder's roar,
Or the fulness of the sea

When it breaks upon the shore:
Alleluia! for the Lord

God Omnipotent shall reign; Alleluia! let the word

Echo round the earth and main.

Alleluia! hark, the sound

From the centre to the skies Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies! See Jehovah's banners furled,

Sheathed His sword; He speaks, 'tis done;

And the kingdoms of this world
Are the kingdoms of His Son.

He shall reign from pole to pole,
With illimitable sway;
He shall reign, when like a scroll
Yonder heavens have past away.
Then the end:-beneath His rod
Man's last enemy shall fall:
Alleluia! Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.

175.

SPREAD Thy triumph far and nigh, Powerful Word of God most high!

Naught beside His Word of might

Makes us meet for realms of light.

Word of Him, whose sovereign Will
Formed the world, and rules it still;
Who for us hath deigned to send
One the sinner's only Friend:

Word of that Redeemer's Grace,
From whose holy Death we trace,
What the world's deep debt could pay,
What hath washed its guilt away:

Word through Him, the Spirit, given,
Who reveals the way to Heaven;
In whose strength the holy will
Can its holy deeds fulfil:

Word of Life, so pure and free,
All the nations wait for Thee!
Onward speed! till 'neath Thy ray
Earth from darkness wakes to day.

Up! all earth her harvest yields,
Widely wave the ripened fields;
Small is still the reapers' band,
Full the sheaves in every land.

Lord of this wide harvest-soil,

Wake our hearts to needful toil! May Thy Word's enlightening beam

Bright o'er every nation stream!

176.

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 strewn; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.

Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O 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 ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign!