ONIDO. 7. D.

IGNAZ JOSEPH PLEYEL (1757-1831),
Arr. by LOWELL MASON (1792-1872), 1840.

ly,

FINE.

D.S.

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For Christ claim every nation,

Your banner wide unfurled;
Go forth and preach salvation,
Salvation for the world.

Benjamin Gough, 1865. Ab.
The Salvation of Israel."
Ps. xiv.

10 THAT the Lord's salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal IIis ancient nation,
To lead His outcasts home.
How long the holy city

Shall heathen feet profane?
Return, O Lord, in pity;

Rebuild her walls again.

2 Let fall Thy rod of terror,
Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error,

Release the fettered heart.
Let Israel, home returning,

Her lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,
And bind Thy Church to Thee
Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847), 1834.

2 Far and wide, though all unknowing,
Pants for Thee each mortal breast;
Human tears for Thee are flowing,
Human hearts in Thee would rest,
Thirsting, as for dews of even,

As the new-mown grass for rain;
Thee, they seek, as God of Heaven,
Thee, as Man, for sinners slain.

3 Saviour, lo, the isles are waiting,

Stretched the hand, and strained the For Thy Spirit, new creating [sight, Love's pure flame and wisdom's light; Give the word, and of the preacher Speed the foot, and touch the tongue, Till on earth by every creature

Glory to the Lamb be sung.

Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe (1818- ), 1851. OLIVET. 6.6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4.

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"Come over and help us." Acts xvi. 9.

1 HARK, what mean those lamentations, Rolling sadly through the sky? "Tis the cry of heathen nations,

2

"Come and help us, or we die." Lost and helpless and desponding, Wrapt in error's night they lie; To their cries your hearts responding, Haste to help them ere they die. Hark, again those lamentations

Rolling sadly through the sky; Louder cry the heathen nations,

"Come and help us, or we die." Hear the heathen's sad complaining; Christians, hear their dying cry; And the love of Christ constraining, Join to help them ere they die.

Rev. John Cawood (1775-1852), 1819.

LOWELL MASON (1792-1872), 1830.

poor, and them that mourn,

Sin-sick and sorrow-worn, Whom Christ doth heal.

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"Christ for the World."

2 Christ for the world we sing; The world to Christ we bring,

With fervent prayer:
The wayward and the lost,
By reckless passion tossed,
Redeemed, at countless cost,
From dark despair.

3 Christ for the world we sing; The world to Christ we bring, With one accord;

With us the work to share,
With us reproach to dare,
With us the cross to bear,
For Christ our Lord.

4 Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring,
With joyful song;
The new-born souls, whose days,
Reclaimed from error's ways,
Inspired with hope and praise,
To Christ belong.

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WESTON. 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4.

1. Lord

let the gospel sound All

ever

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"Speed on Thy Word."
2 Hail, blessed Jubilee:
Thine, Lord, the glory be;
Hallelujah!

Thine was the mighty plan,
From Thee the work began;
Away with praise of man,
Glory to God!

3 Onward shall be our course,
Despite of fraud or force;
God is before:

His Word ere long shall run
Free as the noon-day sun;

His purpose must be done:

God bless His Word.

Rev. Hugh Stowell (1799-1865), 1854. Ab. and sl. alt.

Hear us, we humbly pray,
And where the gospel's day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
"Let there be light!"

2 Thou, who didst come to bring
On Thy redeeming wing

Healing and sight,

Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,
O now to all mankind

Let there be light!"

3 Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,

Speed forth Thy flight:
Move o'er the water's face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place
"Let there be light!"

4 Blessed and Holy Three,
Glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, Love, Might;
Boundless as ocean's tide,
Rolling in fullest pride,

Through the world, far and wide,

"Let there be light!"

Rev. John Marriott (1780-1825), 1816.

2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where many mansions be;

Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns,
Nearer the crystal sea;

3 Nearer my going home,

Laying my burden down,

Leaving my cross of heavy grief,
Wearing my starry crown.

4 Jesus, to Thee I cling:

Strengthen my arm of faith;
Stay near me while my way-worn feet
Press through the stream of death.
Miss Phoebe Cary (1825-1871), 1852. Ab. and alt.

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"The Death of the Righteous." 10 FOR the death of those

Who slumber in the Lord:
O be like theirs my last repose,
Like theirs my last reward.

2 Their bodies in the ground,

In silent hope may lie, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound Shall call them to the sky. 3 Their ransomed spirits soar,

On wings of faith and love, To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with Him above. 4 With us their names shall live Through long-succeeding years, GREENWOOD. S. M.

Embalmed with all our hearts can give, Our praises and our tears.

James Montgomery (1771-1854), 1804. Ab. and much alt. Far from Home.

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Ps. cxxxvii.

1 FAR from my heavenly home,

Far from my Father's breast, Fainting I cry, "Blest Spirit, come, And speed me to my rest."

2 My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee;
My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.

3 God of my life, be near:

On Thee my hopes I cast;

O guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last.

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Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847 1834. Ab.

"Forever with the Lord."

1 FOREVER with the Lord:
Amen, so let it be;

Life from the dead is in that word,
'Tis immortality.

2 Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

3 My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near,
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye,
Thy golden gates appear.

4 "Forever with the Lord;"
Father, if 'tis Thy will,
The promise of that faithful word
E'en here to me fulfil.

James Montgomery, 1835.

JOSEPH EMERSON SWEETSER (1825-1873), 1849.