3 No hope deferred, no parting sigh,
That blessed meeting knows;
There friendship beams from every eye,
And hope immortal grows.
It is the hope, the precious hope,
Which boundless grace hath given:
The hope, when time shall be no more,
We all shall meet in heaven.
Prayer for the Success of the Gospel.
1 GREAT GOD, the nations of the earth
Are by creation thine;
And in thy works, by all beheld,
Thy radiant glories shine.
2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent
Thy gospel to mankind,
Unveiling what rich stores of grace
Are treasured in thy mind.
3 0, when shall these glad tidings spread
The spacious earth around,'
Till every tribe and every soul
Shall hear the joyful sound?
4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt
To spread the gospel's rays,
And build on sin's demolished throne
The temples of thy praise
7s. & 6s. M.
Missionary Hymn.
1 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.
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
By wisdom from on high,
Shall 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.
1 Go! ye messengers of God,
Like the beams of morning, fly;
Take the wonder-working rod,
Wave the Banner-Cross on high!
Where th' lofty minaret
Gleams along the morning skies,
Wave it till the crescent set,
And the "Star of Jacob" rise.
2 Go! to many a tropic isle,
In the bosom of the deep;
Where the skies forever smile,
And th' oppressed forever weep!
O'er the negro's night of care
Pour the living light of heaven;
Chase away the fiend despair,
Bid him hope to be forgiven!
3 When the golden gates of day
Open on the palmy east,
Wide the bleeding cross display,
Spread the gospel's richest feast :
Circumnavigate the ball,
Visit every soil and sea ;
Preach the Cross of Christ to all-
Jesus' love is full and free!
1 OUR pilgrim brethren dwelling far,-
O God of truth and love,'
Light thou their path with thine own star,
Bright beaming from above.
2 Wide as their mighty rivers flow,
Let thine own truth extend;
Where prairies spread and forests grow,
O Lord, thy gospel send.
3 Then will a mighty nation own
A union firm and strong;
The sceptre of th' eternal throne
Shall rule its councils long.
C. P. M.
On Western Missions.
1 WHEN, Lord, to this our western land,
Led by thy providential hand,
Our wandering fathers came,
Their ancient homes, their friends in youth,
Sent forth the heralds of thy truth,
To keep them in thy name.
2 Then, through our solitary coast,
The desert features soon were lost;
Thy temples there arose;
Our shores, as culture made them fair,
Were hallowed by thy rites, by prayer,
And blossomed as the rose.
3 And O, may we repay this debt
To regions solitary yet
Within our spreading land!
There brethren, from our common home,
Still westward, like our fathers, roam,
Still guided by thy hand.
4 Father, we own this debt of love;
O, shed thy Spirit from above,
To move each Christian breast,
Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim,
And temples rise, to fix thy name,
Through all our boundless West!
1 YE Christian heralds,-go, proclaim
Salvation in Immanuel's name :
To distant climes the tidings bear,
And plant the rose of Sharon there.
2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire,
With holy zeal your hearts inspire,
Bid raging winds their fury cease,
And calm the savage breast to peace.
3 And when our labors all are o'er,
Then shall we meet to part no more,-
Meet, with the ransomed throng to fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
1 GoD of mercy, hear our prayer
For the children thou hast given;
Let them all thy blessings share-
Grace on earth and bliss in heaven.
2 In the morning of their days
May their hearts be drawn to thee;
Let them learn to lisp thy praise
In their earliest infancy.
3 When we see their passions rise,
Sinful habits unsubdued,
Then to thee we lift our eyes,
That their hearts may be renewed.
4 For this mercy, Lord, we cry;
Bend thine ever-gracious ear; ́
While on thee our souls rely,
Hear our prayer- -in mercy hear.
1 By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose!
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