4 So shall the bright succession run,
Through the last courses of the sun;
While unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.
Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751), 1745. Ab.

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The Spirit accompanying the Word.

I 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,
To preach the reconciling Word;
Give power and unction from above,
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard.

3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light,
Confusion, order in Thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. [might;

4 Baptize the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every kindred call Him Lord.

James Montgomery (1771-1854), 1825. Ab.

2 To Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His head; His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice.

3 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest. 4 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen.

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1719. Ab, and sl. alt. 623 For a Missionary Meeting. I ASSEMBLED at Thy great command, Before Thy face, dread King, we stand;

ENSIGN. L. M.

The voice that marshaled every star,
Has called Thy people from afar.

2 We meet, through distant lands to spread
The truth for which the martyrs bled;
Along the line, to either pole,
The thunder of Thy praise to roll.

3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise,
Our hopes revive, our courage raise,
Our counsels aid; and, O impart
The single eye, the faithful heart.

4 Forth with Thy chosen heralds come,
Recall the wandering spirits home;
From Zion's mount send forth the sound.
To spread the spacious earth around.
Rev. William Bengo Collyer (1782-1854), 1812. Ab

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"From Greenland's icy Mountains.”
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 strown,
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation, O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,

Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's Name.

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.

Bp. Reginald Heber (1783-1826), 1819.

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"Hail to the Lord's Anointed!"

I HAIL to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son;
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

2 He comes with succor speedy
To those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,

And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Were precious in His sight.

3 For Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.
O'er every foe victorious,

He on His throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest.

James Montgomery (1771-1854), 1822. Ab.

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"The Morning Light is breaking."

2 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love,

And thousand hearts ascending,

In gratitude above;

While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel call obey,

And seek the Saviour's blessing,

A nation in a day.

3 Blest river of salvation,

Pursue thine onward way; Flow thou to every nation,

Nor in thy riches stay;
Stay not, till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home;
Stay not, till all the holy

Proclaim, "The Lord is come."
Rev. Samuel Francis Smith (1808-

The final Triumph.

), 1831. Ab.

I How beauteous, on the mountains,
The feet of him that brings,
Like streams from living fountains,
Good tidings of good things;
That publisheth salvation,

And jubilee release,

To every tribe and nation,
God's reign of joy and peace.

2 Lift up thy voice, O watchman,
And shout, from Zion's towers,
Thy hallelujah chorus,

"The victory is ours!"

The Lord shall build up Zion
In glory and renown,

And Jesus, Judah's Lion,

Shall wear His rightful crown.

Benjamin Gough (1805- ), 1865. Ab. and sl. alt.