The same,

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel,

Win and conquer, never cease;
May thy lasting wide dominion
Multiply and still increase!

Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around!
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THAT in joyful boundless strains

Th'extended world would raise,
One sacred shout of “Jesus reigns”

And fill her shores with praise. 2 Hark, the reverberating song

Already strikes the ear,
And the vast echoes, sweet and strong,

Shall soon surround the sphere. 3 From torrid climes to either pole,

Through each surrounding sky,
The thunders of bis praise shall roll,

And his dominion fly.
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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.

The same.

2 A solemn jubilee proclaim,

Proclaim the great sabbatic day:
Assert the glories of thy name,
Spoil Satan of his wish'd for prey.

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.

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SPIRIT of the living God!

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

2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love

To preach the reconciling word;
Give pow'r 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,

Till ev'ry kindred call Him, Lord. 148

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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.
2 The heathen perish ;-day by day,

Thousands on thousands pass away!
O Christians! to their rescue fly,

Preach Jesus to them ere they die.
3 Wealth, labour, talents, freely give,

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;

The same.

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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,
Shall we to men benighted

The lamp of light deny?
Salvation! 0 Salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,
'Till each remotest nation

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.;
'Till o'er our ransom'd nature

The Lamb for sinners slain;
Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reiga.
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'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
The hope that Jesus brought to light!

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:
Millions of souls in darkness dwell,
Uncleans'd from sin expos’d to hell:
O strive that beathens soon may view
That precious blood, which cleanseth you.

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BLOW ye the trumpet, blow

The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know

To earth's remotest bound,
The year of Jubilee is conie;
Return ye ransom'd sinners, home.