2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills which I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be..
3 Teach me to live that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
With joy behold the judgment-day.
4 If wakeful in the night I lie,
My soul with beav'nly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No pow'rs of darkness me molest.
5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above y' angelic host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Missionary Hymns.
HYMN XXXII. C. M.
1 THERE is a River, deep and broad;
Its course no mortal knows;
It fills with joy the church of God,
And widens as it flows.
2 Thither, distressed souls repair:
The Lord invites them nigh:
They leave their cares and sorrows there;
They drink, and never die.
3 Flow on, sweet stream, more largely flow,
The earth with gladness fill;
Flow on, till all the Saviour know,
And all obey his will.
1 THERE will arrive a glorious day
-The morning hours are on their way-
When all the Saviour's name shall know,
And ev'ry knee to Jesus bow.
2 Then shall the Gospel's joyful sound
Be heard in earth's remotest bound:
The word is fix'd; ye saints rejoice,
Let prayer and praise inspire your voice.
3 Light of the world and Prince of Peace,
Whose gracious reign must still increase,
O shed thy beams on ev'ry heart,
That war and discord may depart.
4 Weak are our efforts, but thy power
Can all we wish effect, and more.
The labourers, Lord, are yet too few,
O call and send them forth anew.
1 MARK'D as the purpose of the skies,
His promise meets our anxious eyes;
That heathen lands the Lord shall know,
And warm with faith each bosom glow.
2 E'en now, the hallow'd scenes appear; F'en now, unfolds the promis'd year: Lo! distant shores thy heralds trace, And swell the tidings of thy grace.
3 'Mid burning climes and frozen plains, Where pagan darkness brooding reigns, Oh! mark their steps, their fears subdue, And nerve their arm, and clear their view.
4 When, worn by toil, their spirits fail,
Bid them the future prospect hail;
Bid them the crown of life survey,
And onward urge their glorious way.
5 So, o'er the Indian's gloomy night,
Truth shall diffuse her radiant light;
And mild Religion's power controul
The stormy passions of his soul.
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 river,
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! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclain,
"Till each remotest nation
Has learn'd 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 ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
1 GREAT God of Abraham! hear our pray 'r; Let Abraham's seed thy mercy share: Oh! may they now at length return, And look on him they pierc'd, and mourn. 2 Remember Jacob's flock of old: Bring home the wanderers to thy fold : Remember too thy promis'd word, "Israel at last shall seek the Lord."
3 Tho' outcasts still, estrang'd from Thee,
Cut off from their own olive-tree,
Why should they longer such remain?
For Thou canst graft them in again.
4 Lord, put thy law within their hearts,
And write it in their inward parts;
The veil of darkness rend in two,
Which hides Messiah from their view.
5 Oh! haste the day, foretold so long,
When Jew and Greek, (a glorious throng)
One house shall seek, one pray'r shall pour,
And one Redeemer shall adore.
1 THE Lord's command is wise and good, That we our offspring train
To walk betimes the heavenly road,
That they may there remain,
2 But ah! what numbers ev'ry where
In paths of misery go;
Destroy'd for want of knowledge here, A prey to ev'ry foe.
3 O pity. then the friendless poor,
Who err from wisdom's way;
And open wide her sacred door
To all, that go astray.
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