4 Homeward bound!-with deep emotion, We remember, Lord, that life" Is a voyage o'er an ocean
Heaved by many a tempest's strife. Be thy statutes so engraven
"On our hearts and minds, that we, Anchoring in death's quiet haven, All may make our home with thee.
Souls perishing for lack of knowledge,
CHEPHERD 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 open'd wide,
To swallow up its careless prey:
Why should they die, when thou hast died-
Hast died to bear their sins away!
5 Why should the foe thy purchase seize!
Remember, Lord, thy dying groans:
The meed of all thy suff'rings these;
O claim them for thy ransom'd ones!
26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76.
The cry of the heathen.
PROM 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.
8 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 learn'd 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 ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In biss returns to reign.
1st P. M. 6 lines 88.
The ruined race.
LET God, who comforts the distress'd,
Let Israel's Consolation, hear;
Hear, Holy Ghost, our joint request,
And show thyself the Comforter;
And swell the' unutterable groan,
And breathe our wishes to the throne.
2 We wrestle for the ruin'd race;
By sin eternally undone,
Unless thou magnify thy grace,,
And make thy richest mercy known,
And make thy vanquish'd rebels find
Pardon in Christ for all mankind.
3 Father of everlasting love,
To every soul thy Son reveal,
Our guilt and suff'rings to remove,
Our deep, original wound to heal;
And bid the fallen race arise,
And turn our earth to paradise.
The glorious predictions.
HE Law and Prophets all foretold
That Christ should die, and leave the grave; Gather the world into his fold,
The Church of Jews and Gentiles save.
2 Yet, by the prince of darkness bound,
The nations still are wrapt in night;
They never heard the joyful sound;
They never saw the Gospel light.
3 Light of the world, again appear,
In mildest majesty of grace,
And bring the great salvation near,
And claim our whole apostate race.
The latter day glory.
BEHOLD, the heathen waits to know
The joy the Gospel will bestow;
The exiled captive to receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.
2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart,
In this blest labour share a part;
Our prayers and off'rings gladly bring
To aid the triumphs of our King.
8 Our hearts exult in songs of praise,
That we have seen these latter days,
When our Redeemer shall be known,
Where Satan long hath held his throne.
4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies,
Sweet incense to his Name shall rise;
And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew,
By sov'reign grace be form'd anew.
26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76.
Departing missionaries.
DOLL 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 heldest 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.
Missionaries commended to God.
TATHER of mercies, condescend
of merevent prayer,
While these our brethren we commend
To thy paternal care.
2 Before them set an open door;
Their faithful labours bless;
On them thy Holy Spirit pour,
And crown them with success.
3 Endow them with a heavenly mind;
Supply their every need;
Make them in spirit meek, resign'd,
But bold in word and deed.
4 In every tempting, trying hour,
Uphold them by thy grace;
And guard them by thy mighty power,
Till they shall end their race.
5 Then, follow'd by a numerous train,
Gather'd from heathen lands,
A crown of life may they obtain
From their Redeemer's hands.
The severed olive-branch. ORD, visit thy forsaken race;
Back to thy fold the wand'rers bring. Teach them to seek thy slighted grace, And hail in Christ their promised King. 2That veil of darkness rend in twain, Which hides their Shiloh's glori us light; That sever'd olive-branch again
Firm to its parent-stock unite.
3 Hail, glorious day-expected long!
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall pour; Wth eager feet one temple throng,Vith grateful praise one God adore.
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