But, that our Saviour's new command II. For ever sheathe the reeking sword, And pride, and mad ambition, cease. III. Exert thy power, thy rights maintain, The influence of thy crown increase, IV. We long to see that happy time, y. Already Hope on tiptoe stands, VI. Thy prophecies must be fulfill'd, oppose; The stone cut from the mountain's side, Though unobserv'd, to empire grows. VII. Soon shall the mingled image fall, And superstition's gloomy reign VIII. In one vast symphony of praise, Sink in th'abyss of endless night. IX. Afric's emancipated sons Shall join with Europe's polish'd race, To celebrate, in different tongues, The glories of redeeming grace. X. From east to west, from south to north, HYMN LXXI. L. M. God our refuge. I. EHOLD the judgments of the LORD! What desolations he hath made! How great the vengeance of his hand ! II. Be still, and know that he is GOD, Nor doubt his sovereign power to save; He that bestows, can, when he please, Preserve the blessings which he gave. III. His foes may rage, and kingdoms shake, IV. No human strength nor wisdom can Who lean securely on the LORD. V. To them the promise whispers peace, VI. In his foreseen appointed time, He cools the warrior's hottest ire; He breaks the bow, and cleaves the spear, And burns the chariot in the fire. VII. Be still, and know that he is GOD, VIII. Exulting cry, The LORD of hosts, Though seas may roar, and mountains quake, Our souls shall never be afraid Ix. Invigorated by the stream Which makes the heavenly city glad, HYMN LXXII. L. M. A Devout wish for the extension of the Gospel. I. BEHOLD, assembled at thy feet To plead thy promises of grace, Thy people, LORD, who trust thy word, And wait the smilings of thy face. II. 'Midst the surrounding darkness, Faith III. We consecrate these hours to thee, IV. With deep humility we say, We cannot, will not, let thee go; We cannot quit our suit, till thou Some token of success bestow. V. Hast thou not sworn to give thy Son And loose the wretched prisoner's bands? VI. Hast thou not said, from sea to sea VII. Is not the happy time arriv'd, The time to favor Zion come? Wilt thou not send thine HERALDS forth, And call thy banish'd children home? VIII. To the high honor we aspire, To share the triumphs of that day, HYMN LXXIII. S. M. I. E messengers of CHRIST, YE In his great name, we say Arise and follow where he leads, And peace attend your way. II. The master whom you serve Will needful strength bestow, |