2 O when shall Afric's sable sons
Enjoy the heavenly word,

And, long in slavery held, become
The freemen of the Lord?

3 When shall the savage, wand'ring tribes,
A dark bewildered race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,
And learn his saving grace?

4 Haste, sovereign mercy, to transform
Their cruelty to love;

Convert the tiger to the lamb,
The vulture to the dove.

161.

C. M.

WATTS.

1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears.
To our believing eyes,

THE reign of sin has passed away,
And man no longer dies.

2 The God of glory down to men
Removes his blest abode;
Men the dear objects of his grace,
And he their loving God.

3 His tender hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself shall die.

4 How long, dear Savior, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay!

Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

162.

C. M.

RIPPON'S COL.

1 FATHER, is not thy promise sure,
To thy exalted son?

That through the nations of the earth,
The word of life shall run!

2 Ask and receive the heathen lands,
For thine inheritance,

And to the world's remotest ends
Thy empire shall advance.'

3 Hast thou not said the blinded Jews
Shall their Redeemer own?
Whilst Gentiles to his standard crowd,
And bow before his throne?

4 Are not all kingdoms, tribes, and tongues,
Beneath the arch of heaven,
To the dominion of thy Son,
Without exception given?

5 From east to west, from north to south,
Then be his name adored,

Let earth with all her millions shout,
Hosanna to the Lord!

163.

L. M.

CH. PSALMODY.

1 THOUGH now the nations sit beneath The darkness of o'erspreading death, God will arise with light divine,

On Zion's holy towers to shine.

2 That light shall glance on distant lands,
And heathen tribes, in joyful bands,
Come with exulting haste to prove
The power and greatness of his love.

3 Lord, spread the triumphs of thy grace;
Let truth, and righteousness, and peace,
In mild and lovely forms display
The glories of the latter day.

164.

8s, 7s & 4s. CH. PSALMODY.

I O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness,
Look, my soul-be still and gaze;
See the promises advancing

To a glorious day of grace!
Blessed jubilee !

Let thy glorious morning dawn!

2. Let the dark, benighted Pagan,
Let the rude barbarian see
That divine and glorious conquest,
Once obtained on Calvary :
Let the gospel

Loud resound from pole to pole.

3'Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light;
Now, from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night;
Let redemption,

Freely purchased, win the day!

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel;
Win and conquer-never cease!
May thy lasting, wide dominion
Multiply, and still increase :
Sway thy sceptre,

Savior, all the world around!

165.

S. M.

CH. PSALMODY.

1 O LORD, our God, arise,

The cause of truth maintain ;
And wide o'er all the peopled world
Extend her blessed reign.

2 Thou Prince of life, arise,
Nor let thy glory cease;

Far spread the conquests of thy grace,
And bless the earth with peace.

3 Thou Holy Ghost, arise,

Extend thy healing wing,

And o'er a dark and ruined world
Let light and order spring.

4 Let all on earth arise,

And hymns of triumph sing;

From shore to shore-from earth to heaven,
Let echoing anthems ring!

166.

H. M.

CH. PSALMODY.

1 SOVEREIGN of worlds above,
And Lord of all below,

Thy faithfulness and love,

Thy power and mercy show :

Fulfil thy word,

Thy Spirit give;

Let heathens live,

And praise the Lord.

2 Few be the years that roll,
Ere all shall worship thee;

The travail of his soul

Soon let the Savior see:

167.

O God of grace!
Thy power employ ;
Fill earth with joy,

And heaven with praise.

C. M.

CH. PSALMODY.

1 O'ER mountain tops the mount of God,
In latter days shall rise,
Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the wondering eyes.

2 To this the joyful nations round,

All tribes and tongues shall flow; 'Up to the mount of God,' they say, "And to his house we'll go.'

3 The beams which shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;

The king who reigns in Salem's towers
Shall all the world command.

4 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife
Disturb those happy years;

To plow-shares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.

5 No longer hosts, encountering hosts,
Shall crowds of slain deplore;

'They'll hang their trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.