For sweet the joy our songs to raise, And glorious is the work of praise. 2 Our children live secure and blest; Our shores have peace, our cities rest; He feeds our sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessings to their meat. 3 The changing seasons he ordains, The early and the latter rains;
His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. 4 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with dreadful sound; His icy bands the rivers hold, And terror arms his wintry cold. 5 He bids the warmer breezes blow, The ice dissolves, the waters flow; But he hath nobler works and ways To call his people to his praise.
6 Through all our land his laws are shown; His gospel through our borders known; He hath not thus revealed his word To every land-Praise ye the Lord!
1 WITH songs and honours sounding loud, Address the Lord on high;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky.
2 He sends his showers of blessings down To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow.
3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the ravens cry;
But man, who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honours high.
4 His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear.
5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound.
6 When from his dreadful stores on high He pours the sounding hail,
The wretch that dares his God defy Shall find his courage fail.
7 He sends his word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return.
8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word;
With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sov'reign Lord.
THE SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL.
HYMN. 8's, 7's, 4's.
Prayer for a Revival. Ps. lxxxv. 6.
1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation: Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain! All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again,
All our help must come from thee. 2 Keep no longer at a distance; Shine upon us from on high, Lest, for want of thine assistance, Ev'ry plant should droop and die. 3 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in pray'rs; Let each one esteem'd thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snares. 4 Break the tempter's fatal power; Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh.
1 SOV'REIGN of worlds above, And Lord of all below, Thy faithfulness and love, Thy pow'r and mercy show: Fulfil thy word;
Thy Spirit give; Let heathens live
And praise the Lord.
2 On lands that lie beneath Foul superstition's sway, Whose horrid shades of death Admit no heav'nly ray, Blest Spirit! shine, Their hearts illume;
Dispel the gloom With light divine.
3 Father, who to thy Son
Thy steadfast word hast giv'n, That thro' the earth shall run The news of peace with heav'n, Extend his fame;
Thy grace diffuse; And let the news
The world reclaim.
4 Few be the years that roll, Ere all shall worship thee;
The travail of his soul, Soon let the Saviour see; O God of grace! Thy pow'r employ, Fill earth with joy,
1 OH, when shall Afric's sable sons
Enjoy the heav'nly word;
And vassals, long enslav'd, become The freemen of the Lord?
2 When shall the untutor'd Heathen tribes, A dark, bewilder'd race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet, And learn and sing his grace?
3 Haste, sov'reign mercy, and transform Their cruelty to love:
Soften the tiger to a lamb,
1 O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness; Cheer'd by no celestial ray, Sun of Righteousness, arising, Bring the bright, the glorious day; Send the gospel
To the earth's remotest bound. 2 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 purchas'd, win the day. 3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel- Win and conquer, never cease; May thy lasting, wide dominions Multiply and still increase; Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.
1 SOV'REIGN of worlds! display thy pow'r, Be this thy Zion's favour'd hour; Bid the bright morning Star arise, And point the nations to the skies. 2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, On Afric's shore, on India's plains, On wilds and continents unknown; And be the universe thine own.
3 Speak! and the world shall hear thy voice; Speak! and the desert shall rejoice;
Scatter the gloom of heathen night, And bid all nations hail the light.
HYMN. 8, 7, 4.
For the Influence of the Spirit.
1 WHO, but thou, almighty Spirit, Can the heathen world reclaim? Men may preach, but till thou favour, Heathens will be still the same: Mighty Spirit!
Witness to the Saviour's name. 2 Thou hast promis'd by the prophets, Glorious light in latter days: Come, and bless bewilder'd nations, Change our pray'rs and tears to praise; Promis'd Spirit!
Round the world diffuse thy rays.
3 All our hopes, and pray'rs, and labours Must be vain without thine aid: But thou wilt not disappoint us— All is true that thou hast said:
O'er the world thine influence shed.
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 What tho' the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Tho' ev'ry 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.
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