2 O when shall Afric's sable sons And, long in slavery held, become 3 When shall the savage, wand'ring tribes, 4 Haste, sovereign mercy, to transform Convert the tiger to the lamb, 161. C. M. WATTS. 1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears. THE reign of sin has passed away, 2 The God of glory down to men 3 His tender hand shall wipe the tears And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, 4 How long, dear Savior, O how long Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, 162. C. M. RIPPON'S COL. 1 FATHER, is not thy promise sure, That through the nations of the earth, 2 Ask and receive the heathen lands, And to the world's remotest ends 3 Hast thou not said the blinded Jews 4 Are not all kingdoms, tribes, and tongues, 5 From east to west, from north to south, Let earth with all her millions shout, 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, 3 Lord, spread the triumphs of thy grace; 164. 8s, 7s & 4s. CH. PSALMODY. I O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, To a glorious day of grace! Let thy glorious morning dawn! 2. Let the dark, benighted Pagan, Loud resound from pole to pole. 3'Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, Freely purchased, win the day! 4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel; Savior, all the world around! 165. S. M. CH. PSALMODY. 1 O LORD, our God, arise, The cause of truth maintain ; 2 Thou Prince of life, arise, Far spread the conquests of thy grace, 3 Thou Holy Ghost, arise, Extend thy healing wing, And o'er a dark and ruined world 4 Let all on earth arise, And hymns of triumph sing; From shore to shore-from earth to heaven, 166. H. M. CH. PSALMODY. 1 SOVEREIGN of worlds above, 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, The travail of his soul Soon let the Savior see: 167. O God of grace! And heaven with praise. C. M. CH. PSALMODY. 1 O'ER mountain tops the mount of God, 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 The king who reigns in Salem's towers 4 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife To plow-shares men shall beat their swords, 5 No longer hosts, encountering hosts, 'They'll hang their trumpet in the hall, |