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4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel,
Win and conquer, never cease;
Sway thy sceptre,
ANON. 1 0
THAT in joyful boundless strains
Th'extended world would raise,
And fill her shores with praise. 2 Hark, the reverberating song
Already strikes the ear,
Shall soon surround the sphere. 3 From torrid climes to either pole,
Through each surrounding sky,
And his dominion fly.
Anon. I CAPTAIN of thine enlisted host,
Display thy glorious banner high ; The summons send from coast to coast, And call a num'rous army nigh.
2 A solemn jubilee proclaim,
Proclaim the great sabbatic day:
3 Bid, bid the heralds publish loud,
The peaceful blessings of thy reign : And when they speak of sprinkled blood, O let thy spirit make it plain.
SPIRIT of the living God!
In all thy plenitude of grace,
2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love
To preach the reconciling word;
3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light,
Confusion, order in thy path;
4 Baptize the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
Till ev'ry kindred call Him, Lord. 148
L, M. The same. MONTGOMERY. 1 THOU spirit of the
Lord, go forth, Call in the south, wake up the north ; Of ev'ry clime, from sun to sun,
Gather God's children into one.
Thousands on thousands pass away!
Preach Jesus to them ere they die.
Yea, life itself, that they may live; What hath your Saviour done for you?
And wbat for Him will ye not do? 149 7. 6. 7. 6.
HEBER. 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 rivor,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain. 2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
The lamp of light deny?
The joyful sound proclaim,
Has learn'd Messiah's name. 3 Waft, waft, ye winds, bis story,
And you, ye waters, roll, "Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole.;
The Lamb for sinners slain;
In bliss returns to reiga.
'Which soothes the heart in every woe, While heathens, helpless, hopeless lie, No ray of glory meets their eye:
O give to their desiring sight
2 Christians, ye taste the heav'nly grace,
Which cheers believers in their race: Uncheer'd by grace, through beathen
gloom, See millions hastening to the tomb: To heathen lands that grace convey, Which trains the soul for endless day.
3 Christians, ye prize the Saviour's blood,
In which the soul is cleans'd for God:
BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound,
To earth's remotest bound,