And grateful trace the shining path
Our rising Saviour 'drew.

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Up to My Father and My God
"I go," the Conqu'ror cries;
Up to your Father and your God,
"My brethren, lift your eyes."

And doth the Lord of glory call

Such worms, His brethren dear? And doth He point to heav'n's high throne,

And shew our Father there?

And doth He teach my sinful lips
That lovely sound," my God,"
And breathe His Spirit on my heart,
And shed His grace abroad?

O world, produce a good like this,
And thou shalt have my love;
Till then my Father claims it all,
And it shall dwell above.

HYMN 181.

'Missionary.

MEN of God go take

your stations

;

Darkness reigns throughout the earth :

Go, proclaim among the nations

Joyful news of heav'nly birth:

Bear the tidings

Of the Saviour's matchless worth.

Of His gospel not ashamed—
'Tis the "pow'r of God to save,"
Go, where Christ was never named ;
Publish freedom to the slave !

Blessed freedom!

Such as Zion's children have.

What though earth and hell united, Should oppose the Saviour's plan ? Plead His cause, nor be affrighted— not the face of man ;

Fear

ye

Vain their tumult―

Hurt His work they never can.

When expos'd to fearful dangers,
Jesus will His own defend ;
Borne afar midst foes and strangers,
Jesus will appear your friend :

And His presence
Shall protect you to the end.

HYMN 182.

Jesus, let Thy kingdom come.

HARK! the solemn trumpet sounding,
Loud proclaims the Jubilee :
'Tis the voice of grace abounding,
Grace to sinners rich and free:
Ye who know the joyful sound,
Publish it to all around.

Is the name of Jesus precious?
Does His love your spirits cheer?

Do

you
find Him kind and gracious?
Still removing doubt and fear?
Think, that what He is to you,
Such He'll be to others too.

Were you once at awful distance,
Wandering from the fold of God?
Could no arm afford assistance ?
Nothing save but Jesu's blood?
Think how many still are found,
Strangers to the joyful sound.
Brethren, join in supplication,

Join to plead before the Lord;
'Tis His arm that brings salvation,
He alone can give the word,
Father, let Thy kingdom come,
Bring Thy wand'ring outcasts home.

HYMN 183.

Missionary.

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.

Let the Indian, let the Negro,

Let the rude Barbarian see
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtain❜d on Calvary :

Let the gospel loud resound from pole to

pole.

T

Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,
Grant them, Lord, Thy glorious light;
And, from eastern coast to western,

May the morning chase the night; And redemption freely purchas'd, win the day!

Fly abroad thou mighty Gospel;
Win and conquer-never cease;
May thy lasting wide dominions
Multiply, and still increase :

Sway Thy sceptre, Saviour, all the world

around.

HYMN 184.

Missionary.

LAND, where the bones of our fathers are

sleeping,

Land, where our dear ones, and fond ones are weeping;

Land, where the light of Jehovah is shining! We leave thee lamenting, but not with repining.

Land of our fathers, in grief we forsake thee ! Land of our friends, may Jehovah protect thee ! Land of the Church, may the light shine around thee;

Nor darkness, nor trouble, nor sorrow confound thee!

God is thy God! thou shalt walk in His bright

ness !

Gird thee with joy ! let thy robes be of white

ness !

God is thy God, let the hills shout for gladness; But ah! we must leave thee-we leave thee in

sadness.

Dark is our path o'er the dark rolling ocean;
Dark are our hearts; but the fire of devotion
Kindles within ;-and a far distant nation
Shall learn from our lips the glad song of
salvation.

Hail to the land of our toils and our sorrows!
Land of our rest! when a few more to-morrows
Pass o'er our heads, we shall seek our cold

pillows,

And rest in our graves, far away o'er the billows.

Jesus we pray for Thy Spirit to lead us ;
Jesus, we pray for Thy power to succeed us;
Then when Thy grace from our toils shall
release us,

Thy love in the mansions of glory shall bless us.

HYMN 185.

Triumph of faith.

WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn ?

'Tis God that justifies their souls; And mercy like a mighty stream, O'er all their sins divinely rolls.

Who shall adjudge the saints to hell?
'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their stead,
And their salvation to fulfil,

Behold Him rising from the dead!