2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, With flaming zeal your breasts inspire; Bid raging winds their fury cease, And hush the tempest into peace. 3 And when your labors all are o'er, Then we shall meet to part no more; Meet, with the blood-bought throng to

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And crown our Jesus Lord of all.

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L. M.

OON may the last glad song arise Through all the millions of the skies

That song of triumph which records That all the earth is now the Lord's!

2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be

Obedient, mighty God, to thee!

And, over land and stream and main,
Wave thou the sceptre of thy reign!

3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell,
Let host to host the triumph tell,
That not one rebel heart remains,
But over all the Saviour reigns!

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He fixes there his lofty throne,
And calls the sacred place his own.
“Behold the way!" ye heralds ! cry,
Spare not, but lift your voices high;
Convey the sound from shore to shore,
And bid the captive sigh no more.

O

In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.

Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,

Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light; Confusion-order, in thy path;

Souls without strength, inspire with might,

Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 4 Baptize the nations; far and nigh, The triumphs of the cross record; The name of Jesus glorify,

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L. M.

Skyward and seaward, high and wide;

The sun that lights its shining folds, The cross on which the Saviour died. 2 Fling out the banner! angels bend In anxious silence o'er the sign, And vainly seek to comprehend The wonder of the Love Divine.

3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands Shall see from far the glorious sight; And nations, crowding to be born, Baptize their spirits in its light.

4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls, That sink and perish in the strife, Shall touch in faith its radiant hem,

And spring immortal into life.

5 Fling out the banner! let it float

Skyward and seaward, high and wide; Our glory, only in the Cross,

Our only hope, the Crucified.

6 Fling out the banner! wide and high, Seaward and skyward let it shine; Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours; We conquer only in that sign.

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L. M.

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:”

The voice that marshaled every star,
Has called thy people from afar.

2 We meet, thro' distant lands to spread
The truth for which the martyrs bled;
Along the line, to either pole,
The thunder of thy praise to roll.

3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise,
Our hopes revive, our courage raise;
Our counsels aid, to each impart
The single eye, the faithful heart.
4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come,
Recall the wandering spirits home;
From Zion's mount send forth the
sound,

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Which soothes the heart in every wo ; While heathen, helpless, hopeless, lie; No ray of glory meets their eye. Christians, ye taste the heavenly grace Which cheers believers in their race; Uncheered by grace, through heathen gloom,

See millions hastening to the tomb.

Christians, ye prize the Saviour's blood, In which the soul is cleansed for God; Millions of souls in darkness dwell, Uncleansed from sin-exposed to hell. To distant lands that grace convey, Which trains the soul for endless day; Oh strive that pagans soon may view That precious blood which cleanseth

BEHOLD, the heathen waits to

The joy the gospel will bestow ;-
The exiled captive to receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.

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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 Lord, 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.

GIBBONS.

Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings,

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.

'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, Cheer'd by no celestial ray,

Sun of righteousness! arising,

Bring the bright, the glorious day;
Send the gospel

To the earth's remotest bound.

2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,Grant them, Lord, the glorious

light;

And, from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night;
And redemption,

Freely purchased, win the day.
3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!
Win and conquer, never cease ;
May thy lasting, wide dominions,
Multiply and still increase;
Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around!

WILLIAMS.