The Gospel preached to every Creature.
1 SOUND, sound the truth abroad;
Bear ye the word of God
Through the wide world;
Tell what our Lord has done;
Tell how the day is won,
And from his lofty throne
Satan is hurled.
2 Swiftly, on wings of love,
Jesus, who reigns above,
Bids us to fly;
They who his message bear
Should neither doubt nor fear;
He will their Friend appear;
He will be nigh.
3 When on the mighty deep,
He will their spirits keep,
Stayed on his word;
When in a foreign land,
No other friend at hand,
Jesus will by them stand
Jesus, their Lord.
4 Ye who, forsaking all,
At your loved Master's call,
Comforts resign,
Soon will your work be done ;
Soon will the prize be won;
Brighter than yonder sun
Ye soon shall shine.
Missionaries commended to God.
1 FATHER of mercies, condescend
To hear our fervent prayer,
While these our brethren we commend
To thy paternal care.
2 Before them set an open door;
Their various efforts bless;
On them thy Holy Spirit pour,
And crown them with success.
3 Endow them with a heavenly mind;
Supply their every need;
Make them in spirit meek, resigned,
But bold in word and deed.
4 In every tempting, trying hour,
Uphold them by thy grace,
And guard them by thy mighty power
Till they shall end their race.
5 Then, followed by a numerous train,
Gathered from heathen lands,
A crown of life may they obtain
From their Redeemer's hands.
1 KINDRED, and friends, and native land,
How shall we say, "Farewell"?
How, - when our swelling sails expand, -
How will our bosoms swell!
2 Yes, nature, all thy soft delights
And tender ties we know;
But love more strong than death unites
To Him that bids us go.
3 Thus, when, our every passion moved,
The gushing tear-drop starts,
The cause of Jesus, more beloved,
Shall glow within our hearts.
4 The sighs we breathe for precious souls,
Where he is yet unknown,
Might waft us to the distant poles,
Ör to the burning zone.
5 With warm desire our bosoms swell,
Our glowing powers expand;
"Farewell," then we can say, "farewell,
Our friends, our native land."
Missionaries encouraged.
1 YE messengers of Christ,
His sovereign voice obey;
Arise and follow where he leads,
And peace attend your way.
2 The Master whom you serve
Will needful strength bestow:
Depending on his promised aid,
With sacred courage go.
3 Go, spread the Saviour's name;
Go, tell his matchless grace;
Proclaim salvation, full and free,
To Adam's guilty race.
4 We wish you, in his name,
The most divine success,
Assured that he who sends you forth
Will your endeavors bless.
1 GO, and the Saviour's grace proclaim,
Ye favored men of God;
Go, publish, through Immanuel's name,
Salvation bought with blood.
2 Go, with determined courage go,
Ánd armed with power divine;
Your God will needful strength bestow,
And on your labors shine.
3 He who has called you to the war
Will soon reward your pains;
Before Messiah's conquering car
Shall mountains sink to plains.
4 Shrink not, though earth and hell oppose,
But plead your Master's cause,
Assured that e'en your mightiest foes
Shall bow before his cross.
The Missionary's Farewell.
1 YES, my native land, I love thee;
All thy scenes, I love them well:
Friends, connections, happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
2 Home, thy joys are passing lovely —
Joys no stranger-heart can tell:
Happy home, indeed I love thee:
Can I, can I say, "Farewell"?
Can I leave thee,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,
Can I say a last farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
4 Yes, I hasten from you gladly
From the scenes I loved so well:
Far away, ye billows, bear me:
Lovely, native land, farewell:
Pleased I leave thee,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
5 In the deserts let me labor;
On the mountains let me tell
How he died- the blessed Saviour
To redeem a world from hell:
Let me hasten,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean;
Let the winds my canvass swell:
Heaves my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence to dwell:
Glad I bid thee,
Native land, farewell, farewell.
Departure of Missionaries.
1 ROLL on, thou mighty ocean;
And, as thy billows flow,
Bear messengers of mercy
To every land below.
2 Arise, ye gales, and waft them
Safe to the destined shore,
That man may sit in darkness
And death's deep shade no more.
3 0 thou eternal Ruler,
Who holdest in thine arm
The tempests of the ocean,
Protect them from all harm.
4 O, be thy presence with them,
Wherever they may be;
Though far from us who love them,
O, be they still with thee.
Desiring the Spread of the Gospel.
1 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.
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