He shall reign, when, like a scroll,
Yonder heavens have passed away;
Then the end;-beneath his rod,
Man's last enemy shall fall;
Hallelujah!-Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.
1 INDULGENT Sovereign of the skies!
And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear?
While feeble mortals raise their cries,
Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear?
2 How shall thy servants give thee rest,
Till Zion's mouldering walls thou raise7
Till thine own power shall stand confessed,
And make Jerusalem a praise?
3 Look down, O God! with pitying eye,
And view the desolations round;
See, what wide realms in darkness lie,
What scenes of wo and crime abound!
4 Loud let the gospel-trumpet blow,
And call the nations from afar ;
Let all the isles their Saviour know,
And earth's remotest ends draw near.
Prayer for the Reign of Christ.
1 JESUS, immortal King! arise;
Rise and assert thy sway;
Till earth, subdued, its tribute bring,
And distant lands obey.
2 Ride forth, victorious Conqueror! ride,
Till all thy foes submit;
And all the powers of hell resign
Their trophies at thy feet.
3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly,
This spacious earth around;
Till every soul beneath the sun
Shall hear the joyful sound.
4 From sea to sea, from shore to shore,
May Jesus be adored;
And earth, with all her millions, shout,——
Hosannas to the Lord.
The State of the Heathen.
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
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.
1 ZION! awake, thy strength renew,
Put on thy robes of beauteous hue;
And let th' admiring world behold
The king's fair daughter clothed in gold.
2 Church of our God! arise and shine,
Bright with the beams of truth divine:
Then shall thy radiance stream afar,
Wide as the heathen nations are.
3 Gentiles and kings thy light shall view;
All shall admire and love thee too;-
Shall come, like clouds across the sky,
Or doves that to their windows fly.
Prayer for Missionaries.
1 GREAT God! the nations of the earth
Are by creation thine;
And in thy works, from nature's birth,
Thy radiant glories shine.
2 But, Lord! thy greater love hath sent
Thy gospel to our race;
Unveiling thy divine intent
Of rich redeeming grace.
3 Soon may these gracious tidings roll
The spacious earth around,
Till every tribe and every soul
Shall hear the joyful sound.
4 Then, to her sable sons conveyed,
Shall Afric learn thy word,
And vassals, long-enslaved, become
The freemen of the Lord.
5 When shall the scattered wanderers meet, That now in darkness rove,
And gathered round Immanuel's feet,
Sing of his saving love?
6 O Lord! each faithful effort own,
To spread the gospel-rays;
And rear, on sin's demolished throne,
The temples of thy praise.
Prophecy fulfilled.
1 ALL hail! incarnate God!
The wondrous things foretold
Of thee, in sacred writ,
With joy our eyes behold;
Still doth thine arm new trophies wear,
And monuments of glory rear.
2 Oh! haste, victorious Prince!
That glorious happy day,
When souls, like drops of dew,
Shall own thy gentle sway:
Oh! may it bless our longing eyes,
And bear our shouts beyond the skies.
3 All hail! triumphant Lord!
Eternal be thy reign;
Behold the nations wait
To wear thy gentle chain:
When earth and time are known no more,
Thy throne shall stand for ever sure.
Triumph of the Gospel.
1 ARM of the Lord! awake, awake!
Put on thy strength-the nations shake,
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,-
"I am Jehovah-God alone!"
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
3 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim,
In every land of every name;
Let Zion's time of favor come;
Oh! bring the tribes of Israel home.
4 Arm of the Lord! awake, awake!
Put on thy strength-the nations shake;
Let hostile powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour-Lord of all.
Ss, 7s and 4.
The Day-Spring.
1 CHRISTIAN! see-the orient morning
Breaks along the heathen sky;
Lo! th' expected day is dawning-
Glorious day-spring from on high:
Hallelujah!-
Hail the day-spring from on high!
2 Heathen at the sight are singing;
Morning wakes the tuneful lays;
Precious offerings they are bringing-
First-fruits of more perfect praise:
Hallelujah!--
Hail the day-spring from on high!
3 Zion's Sun!-salvation beaming,-
Gilding now the radiant hills,-
Rise and shine, till brighter gleamings
All the world thy glory fills:
Hallelujah!-
Hail the day-spring from on high!
4 Lord of every tribe and nation!
Spread thy truth from pole to pole;
Spread the light of thy salvation,
Till it shine on every soul:
Hallelujah!---
Hail the day-spring from on high!
Christ's Coming to reign.
1 JESUS! thy church with longing eyes
For thine expected coming waits:
When will the promised light arise,
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,
And deem that our redemption 's nigh.
3 Oh! come and reign o'er every land;
Let Satan from his throne be hurled,-
All nations bow to thy command,
And grace revive a dying world.
4 Teach us in watchfulness and prayer,
To wait for thine appointed hour;
And fit us, by thy grace, to share
The triumphs of thy conquering power.
The coming Reign of Christ.
1 ASCEND thy throne, almighty King! And spread thy glories all abroad;
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