2 Let the Indian, let the negro, Let the rude barbarian see, That divine and glorious conquest Once obtained on Calvary: Let the gospel Loud resound from pole to pole.
3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, Grant them, Lord, the glorious light; And from eastern coast to western, May the morning chase the night! And redemption, Freely purchased, win the day.
4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel! Win and conquer! never cease! May thy lasting wide dominion Multiply and still increase! Sway thy scepter, Saviour, all the world around.
1281 8s, 7s & 4s. The missionary’s farewell.
Yes, my native land, I love thee; And all thy scenes, I love them well: Home and friends, and happy country, Can I bid you all farewell? Can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell?
2 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, Holy days and Sabbath bell, Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure, Can I—can I say, farewell? Can I leave you, Far in heathen lands to dwell.
3 Yes, I hasten from you gladly; To the strangers let me tell How he died—the blesséd Saviour— To redeem a world from hell: Let me hasten, Far in heathen lands to dwell.
4 Bear me on, thou restless ocean, From the scenes I love so well: Heaves my heart with warm emotion While I go far hence to dwell: Glad I bid thee, Native land, farewell, farewell!
1282 8s, 7s & 4s. My name shall be great, etc. Mal. 1:11.
Light of them that sit in darkness, Rise and shine! thy blessings bring Light to lighten all the Gentiles! Rise with healing on thy wing; To thy brightness Let all kings and nations come.
2 May the heathen now adoring Idol-gods of wood and stone, Come, and, worshiping before him, Serve the living God alone! Let thy glory Fill the earth as floods the sea.
3 Thou to whom all power is given, Speak the word: at thy command Let thy truth and faithful heralds Spread thy name from land to land: Lord, be with them Always to the end of time.
1283 6s, 7s & 4. Farewell hymn for missionaries.
Eternal Lord! whose power Can calm the heaving ocean, Exalted thou, Yet gracious bow; Accept our warm devotion.
2 For thee, our all we leave, Nor drop a tear of sadness; As on we glide, Be thou our guide, And fill our hearts with gladness.
3 We go ’mid pagan gloom To spread the truth victorious; Thy blessing send, Thy word attend, And make its triumph glorious.
4 And when our toils are done, Smooth thou the dying pillow: O, bring us blest To endless rest, Safe o’er death’s troubled billow!
1284 11s & 10s. The day of joy.
Wake thee, O Zion! thy mourning is ended; God—thine own God—hath regarded thy prayer; Wake thee, and hail him in glory descended, Thy darkness to scatter—thy wastes to repair.
2 Wake thee, O Zion! his spirit of power To newness of life is awaking the dead; Array thee in beauty, and greet the glad hour That brings thee salvation, through Jesus who bled.
3 Saviour, we gladly, with voices resounding Loud as the thunder, our chorus would swell: Till from rock, wood and mountain, its echoes rebounding, To all the wide world of salvation shall tell.
1285 7s & 6s. Missionary hymn.
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 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle— Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strewn; The heathen, in their blindness, Bow down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high— Shall we, to man benighted, The lamp of life deny? Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth’s remotest nation Has learned Messiah’s name.
4 Waft—waft, you winds, his story, And you, you 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.
1286 7s & 5s. Rev. 11:6.
Onward speed thy conquering flight, Angel, onward speed! Cast abroad thy radiant light, Bid the shades recede; Tread the idols in the dust, Heathen fanes destroy; Spread the gospel’s love and trust, Spread the gospel’s joy.
2 Onward speed thy conquering flight, Angel, onward haste; Quickly on each mountain hight Be thy standard placed; Let thy blissful tidings float Far o’er vale and hill, Till the sweetly-echoing note Every bosom thrill.