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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 10 the lamb,

The vulture to the dove.

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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.

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C. M. RIPPON'S COL. 1 Father, is not thy prornise 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 !

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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.

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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 () 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!

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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 :

O God of grace !
Thy power employ ;
Fill earth with joy,
And heaven with praise.

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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.'

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3 The beams which shine from Zion's bill

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.

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