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938. L. M.
1. THE perfect world, by Adam trod,
- am trod, Was the first temple built to
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at laid the cor-ner stone, And heaved its pillars one by one.
2. He hung its starry roof on high-
He spread its pavement, green and bright,
3. The mountains in their places stood,
The sea-the sky-and "all was good;"
4. Lord, 't is not ours to make the sea,
5. We can not bid the morning star
To sing how bright Thy glories are;
N. P. WILLIS.
939. L. M.
1. WE bid thee welcome in the name Of Jesus, our exalted HeadCome as a servant, so He came,
And we receive thee in His stead.
SWANWICK. C. M.
1. O Thou, whose own vast temple stands, Built over earth and sea, Ac-cept the
walls that human hands Have raised to worship Thee! Have raised to worship Thee!
To lean upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on!
ALTERED FROM LONGFELLOW.
942. C. M.
1. ANGELS, where'er we go, attend
With watchful care their charge defend,
2. Myriads of bright cherubic bands, Sent by the King of kings, Rejoice to bear us in their hands, And shade us with their wings.
3. Jehovah's charioteers surround; The ministerial choir
Encamp, where'er his heirs are found, And form our wall of fire.
4. Ten thousand offices unseen For us they gladly do, Deliver in the furnace keen. And safe escort us through.
5. But thronging round, with busiest love
6. And when our spirits we resign,
On outstretched wings they bear, And lodge us in the arms Divine, And leave us ever there.
MISSIONARY HYMN. 7s & 6s.
1. From Greenland's i-cy mountains, From India's cor-al strand, Where Af-ric's sun- ny
fountains Roll down the gold- en sand. From many an
many a palm-y plain They call us to deliv
943. 7s & 6s.
1. FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many a palmy plain
Their land from error's chain.
2. What though the spicy breezes
The gifts of God are strown; The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone!
3. Shall we, whose souls are lighted
The joyful sound proclaim,
Has learned Messiah's name.
944. 7s & 6s.
1. Now be the gospel banner In every land unfurl'd; And be the shout hosanna
er Their land from error's chain.
4. 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.
Till every tribe and tongue, Receive the great salvation,
And join the happy throng.
Re-echoed through the world: Till ev'ry isle and nation,
2. Yes, Thou shalt reign for ever, O Jesus. King of kings! Thy light, Thy love, Thy favor,
Each ransomed captive sings: The isles for Thee are waiting,
The deserts learn Thy praise, The hills and valleys greeting, The song responsive raise.
MISSIONARY CHANT. L. M.
1. Ye Christian heroes, go, proclaim Sal - va-tion thro' Immanuel's name; To distant climes the
945. L. M.
2. He'll shield you with a wall of fire,
ti-dings bear, And plant the rose of Sha-ron there, And plant the rose of Sharon there.
3. And when your labors all are o'er,
Then we shall meet to part no more; Meet, with the blood-bought throng to fall
And crown our Jesus Lord of all.
946. L. M.
1. TRIUMPHANT Zion! lift thy head
2. Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known;
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread;
4. God, from on high, has heard thy prayer;
917. L. M.
1. O 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,
4. Baptize the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
Till every kindred call Him, Lord.
All the round earth her God to meet Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, Till hearts of stone begin to beat. MONTGOMERY.
948. L. M.
1. ARM of the Lord! awake, awake!
2. Say to the heathen, from Thy throne"I am Jehovah-God alone!"
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
3. Almighty God! Thy grace proclaim
949. L. M.
2. Hail, Jesus! all victorious Lord!
*By repeating half the last line.
3. Fight on, ye conquering souls, fight on,
4. There we shall in full chorus join,
back to God, And guides them safe ly by his word To end less day.
950. L. M.
1. HARK, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds!
2. Come, sinners, hear the joyful news, Nor longer dare the grace refuso;
the world the ech-o
deem-ing blood, Is bringing sin-ners
Mercy and justice here combine,
3. Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre;
951. L. M.
1. FROM day to day, before our eyes,
Grows and extends the work begun; When shall the new creation rise
O'er every land beneath the sun?
2. When, in the sabbath of His love,
Shall God from all His labors rest;
Shouted the sons of God for joy;
4. Till the redeemed in every clime,
Yea, all that breathe, and move, and live,