445 Austria. 8s, 75. D.

(1048) The Heralds of the Gospel.

Onward, onward, men of heaven

Bear the gospel's banner high;

Rest not, till its light is given,

Star of every pagan sky:

Send it where the pilgrim stranger

Paints beneath the torrid ray;

Bid the red-browed forest-ranger

Hail it, ere he fades away.

2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature,

Dark in spirit, though they be,

Show that light to every creature--

Prince or vassal, bond or free:

Lo! they haste to every nation:

Host on host the ranks supply:

Onward! Christ is your salvation,

And your death is victory.

Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney.

446 Baca. L.M.

(1021) Save the Perishing.

The heathen perish; day by day,

Thousands on thousands pass away!

O Christians, to their rescue fly,

Preach Jesus to them ere they die!

2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give,

Yea, life itself, that they may live,

What hath your Savior done for you?

And what for him will ye not do?

3 Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth,

Call in the South, wake up the North,

From every clime, from sun to sun,

Gather God's children into one!

J. Montgomery

447 Baca. L.M.

(1022) Home Missions.

Look from thy sphere of endless day,

O God of mercy and of might!

In pity look on those who stray,

Benighted, in this land of light.

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,

In crowded mart, by stream or sea,

How many of the sons of men

Hear not the message sent from thee!

3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call

The thoughtless young, the hardened old,

A scattered, homeless flock, till all

Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.

4 Send them thy mighty word to speak,

Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart,

To awe the bold, to stay the weak,

And bind and heal the broken heart.

5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,

That make us sadden as we gaze,

Shall grow with living waters green,

And lift to heaven the voice of praise.

William C. Bryant, 1840.

448 Baca. L.M.

(1024) Missionary Charged and Encouraged.

Go, messenger of peace and love,

To people plunged in shades of night,

Like angels sent from fields above,

Be thine to shed celestial light.

2 Go to the hungry--food impart;

To paths of peace the wand'rer guide,

And lead the thirsty, panting heart,

Where streams of living water glide.

3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil,

When harvest waits the reaper's hand:

Go, gather in the glorious spoil,

And joyous in his presence stand.

4 Thy love a rich reward shall find

From him who sits enthroned on high:

For they who turn the erring mind

Shall shine like stars above the sky.

A. Balfor

449 Baca. L.M.

Ascend Thy Throne.

Ascend thy throne, almighty King,

And spread thy glories all abroad;

Let thine own arm salvation bring,

And be thou known the gracious God.

2 Let millions bow before thy seat,

Let humble mourners seek thy face,

Bring daring rebels to thy feet,

Subdued by thy victorious grace.

3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world

Become the kingdoms of the Lord!

Let saints and angels praise thy name,

Be thou through heaven and earth adored.

Benjamin Beddome.

450 Missionary Chant. L.M.

(1033) The Universal Reign of Christ.

Arm of the Lord! awake, awake;

Put on thy strength, the nation 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 No more let human blood be spilt,

Vain sacrifice for human guilt;

But to each conscience be applied

The blood, that flowed from Jesus' side.

4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim

In every clime, of every name,

Till adverse powers before thee fall,

And crown the Savior--Lord of all.

William Shrubsole, 1776.

451 Missionary Chant. L.M.

(1030) Mission to the Heathen.

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 labor share a part;

Our prayers and offerings gladly bring

To aid the triumphs of our King.

3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise,

That we have seen these latter days,

When our Redeemer shall be known

Where Satan long has 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 sovereign grace be formed anew.

Voke.

452 Missionary Chant. L.M.

(1027) The Gospel Banner.

Fling out the banner! let it float

Skyward and seaward, high and wide,

The sun that lights its shining folds,

The cross on which the Savior 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.

George W. Doane, 1848.

453 Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s.

(1042) Hopeful View.

Yes, we trust the day is breaking;

Joyful times are near at hand;

God, the mighty God, is speaking

By his word in ev'ry land;

When he chooses,

Darkness flies at his command.

2 While the foe becomes more daring,

While he enters like a flood

God, the Savior, is preparing

Means to spread his truth abroad,

Ev'ry language

Soon shall tell the love of God.

3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving

To our hearts, to hear, each day,

Joyful news, from far arriving,

How the gospel wins its way,

Those enlight'ning

Who in death and darkness lay.

4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,

Let thy people see thy hand;

Let the gospel be victorious,

Through the world in every land;

Then shall idols

Perish, Lord, at thy command.

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

454 Anvern. L.M.

The Kingdom of Christ.

Great God! whose universal sway

The known and unknown worlds obey;

Now give the kingdom to thy Son;

Extend his power, exalt his throne.

2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath

The shades of over-spreading death,

Revive at his first dawning light,

And deserts blossom at the sight.

3 The saints shall flourish in his days,

Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;

Peace, like a river, from his throne,

Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

Isaac Watts.

455 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D.

(1061) Condition of the Heathen.

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 Shall we, whose souls are lighted

By wisdom from on high,

Shall we to man benighted

The light of life deny?

Salvation! oh, salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,

Till earth's remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name.

3 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.

Reginald Heber, 1819.

456Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D.

(1062) Home Missions.

Our country's voice is pleading,

Ye men of God, arise!

His providence is leading,

The land before you lies;

Day gleams are o'er it brightening,

And promise clothes the soil;

Wide fields for harvest whitening,

Invite the reaper's toil.

2 Go where the waves are breaking

On California's shore,

Christ's precious gospel taking,

More rich than golden ore;

On Allegheny's mountains,

Through all the western vale,

Beside Missouri's fountains,

Rehearse the wondrous tale.

3 The love of Christ unfolding,

Speed on from east to west,

Till all, his cross beholding,

In him are fully blest.

Great Author of salvation,

Haste, haste the glorious day,

When we, a ransomed nation,

Thy scepter shall obey.

Mrs. G.W. Anderson.

457 Webb. 7s & 6s.

(1057) Success of the Gospel.

The morning light is breaking,

The darkness disappears:

The sons of earth are waking

To penitential tears.

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean

Brings tidings from afar

Of nations in commotion,

Prepared for Zion's war.

2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us,

In many a gentle shower,

And brighter scenes before us

Are opening every hour;

Each cry, to heaven going,

Abundant answers brings,

And heavenly gales are blowing,

With peace upon their wings.

3 See heathen nations bending

Before the God we love,

And thousand hearts ascending

In gratitude above;

While sinners, now confessing,

The gospel call obey,

And seek the Savior's blessing,--

A nation in a day.

4 Blest river of salvation!

Pursue thine onward way;

Flow thou to every nation,

Nor in thy richness stay:--

Stay not, till all the lowly

Triumphant reach their home;

Stay not, till all the holy

Proclaim "The Lord is come."

Samuel F. Smith, 1845.

458 Webb. 7s & 6s.

(1059) Home Missions.

Go preach the blest salvation

To every sinful race,

And bid each guilty nation

Accept the Savior's grace;

But bear, oh, quickly bear it

Where thronging millions roam,

And bid them freely share it,

Who dwell with us at home.

2 Where blooms the broad savanna,

Where mighty waters roll,

There let the gospel banner

Beam hope on every soul;

Go where the west is teeming,

And yet behold they come!

The fields all ripe are gleaming

For those who reap at home!

3 Our children there are dwelling,

Neglected and astray,

Whose hearts are often swelling

To learn of Zion's way.

Bear, bear to them the treasure

And bid the exiles come;

There is no sweeter pleasure,

Than preaching Christ at home.

Sidney Dyer.

459 All Around the World. 6s & 5s.

Victory of the Church.

See the flag of Jesus

O'er the earth unfurled!

Sabbath-schools are singing,

All around the world;

Sunday-schools in China,

India and Japan,

Training souls for glory,

By the gospel plan.

CHO.--Lift the cross of Jesus,

Bear the Bible on;

Soon the world will echo,

With the vict'ry won.

See the flag of Jesus,

O'er the earth unfurled!

Sunday-schools are singing,

All around the world.

2 Little Indian diamonds,

Precious island pearls;

Learning Bible lessons,

Happy boys and girls.

Afric's gold dust scattered,

Neath the feet of wrong,

Rises up in brightness,

From the darkness long.

3 Sunday-schools are singing,

France and Spain and Rome;

Hear their joyous music,

Songs of heaven and home.

Where the martyrs suffered,

Holy seed is spread;

Gather up these rubies,

Dyed in life-blood red.

4 Sunday-schools in Chili,

Reaching down the coast;

Mexico is leading,

Gallant little host.

Glad Brazilian children,

Praise to God shall sing;

Far-off Patagonia

Answers Christ is King.

Priscilla J. Owens.

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