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2 O when shall Afric's sable sons
Enjoy the heavenly word,
The freemen of the Lord ?
3 When shall the savage, wand'ring tribes,
A dark bewildered race,
And learn his saving grace?
4 Haste, sovereign mercy, to transform
Their cruelty to love;
The vulture to the dove.
WATTS. 1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes,
And man no longer dies.
Removes his blest abode;
And he their loving God.
From every weeping eye ;
And death itself shall die.
Shall this bright hour delay !
And bring the welcome day.
C. M. RIPPON'S COL. 1 Father, is not thy prornise sure,
To thy exalted son ?
The word of life shall run !
For thine inheritance,
Thy empire shall advance.'
Shall their Redeemer own ?
And bow before his throne ? 4 Are not all kingdoms, tribes, and tongues,
Beneath the arch of heaven,
Without exception given ?
Then be his name adored,
Hosanna to the Lord !
L. M. Ch. PsaLMODY. 1 Though now the nations sit beneath
The darkness of o'erspreading death,
On Zion's holy towers to shine.
And heathen tribes, in joyful bands,
3 Lord, spread the triumphs of thy grace ;
Let truth, and righteousness, and peace,
8s, 7s & 4s.
I O'er the gloomy hills of darkness,
Look, my soul-be still and gaze;
Blessed jubilee !
2. Let the dark, benighted Pagan,
Let the rude barbarian see
Let the gospel
3'Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light;
4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel ;
Win and conquer-never cease!
Sway thy sceptre,
S. M. Ch. PSALMODY. 1 () Lord, our God, arise,
The cause of truth maintain ;
Extend her blessed reign. 2 Thou Prince of life, arise,
Nor let thy glory cease ;
And bless the earth with peace. 3 Thou Holy Ghost, arise,
Extend thy healing wing,
Let light and order spring. 4 Let all on earth arise,
And hymns of triumph sing ;
Let echoing anthems ring!
H. M. Ch. PSALMODY. 1 SOVEREIGN of worlds above,
And Lord of all below,
Fulfil thy word,
And praise the Lord.
Ere all shall worship thee;
Soon let the Savior see :
O God of grace !
1 O’er mountain tops the mount of God,
In latter days shall rise,
And draw the wondering eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow;
And to his house we'll go.'
3 The beams which shine from Zion's bill
Shall lighten every land;
Shall all the world command.
4 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife
Disturb those happy years ;
To pruning-hooks their spears.
Shall crowds of slain deplore;
And study war no more.