4 Where pagan altars now are built,
And brutal blood, or human, spilt,
There may the bleeding cross be rear'd,
And God, our God, alone rever'd.

HYMN 472. L. M.

THOU, who from thy glorious throne,
Hast sent thy servants to proclaim

Salvation to a world undone,

And sound thro' all the earth thy name; 2 Succeed their efforts who invite

The wand'ring, wretched outcasts home And let thy sov'reign Spirit's might Compel the heathen world to come. 3 From Afric's burning, arid sands, And Asia's mild, resplendent sky; Let converts, from the heathen lands, As doves unto their windows fly. 4 With Europe may they join to bless The Saviour's name, his praise prolong; And Islands of the Southern seas Join with America the song.

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HYMN 473. L. M.

(OV'REIGN of worlds! display thy pow'r,
Be this thy Zion's favor'd hour;

Bid the bright morning Star arise,
And point the nations to the skies.

2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns,
On Afric's shore, on India's plains,

On wilds and continents unknown;
And be the universe thine own.

3 Speak! and the world shall hear thy voice;
Speak! and the desert shall rejoice;
Scatter the gloom of heathen night,
And bid all nations hail the light.

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HYMN 474. C. M.

Matt. xxviii. 18. ·

REAT Saviour, let thy pow'r divine

Let all, to thee, their will resign,
And make thy will their own.

2 Perversion marks the guilty way,
Which heathens madly tread;
From all thy laws they go astray,
And hasten to the dead.

3 Thou, Saviour-God, hast pow'r alone
To turn their wand'ring feet,

To bend their souls before thy throne,
Low at thy mercy seat:-

4 For all the pow'r, beneath, above,
Thy wounded hands sustain;
Then sway the sceptre of thy love,
And let thy mercy reign.

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HYMN 475. L. M.

ILLIONS there are on heathen ground,
Who never heard the gospel's sound;

Lord, send it forth, and let it run,
Swift and reviving as the sun.

2 Guide thou their lips, who stand to tell
Sinners the way that leads from hell:
To those who give, do thou impart
A gen'rous, wise and tender heart.

3 Lord, crown their zeal, reward their care,
That in thy grace they all may share:
And those who now in darkness dwell,
Deliv'rance sing from guilt and hell.
HYMN 476. L. M.

1LOOK down, O God, with pitying eye,

And view the desolations round;
See what wide realms in darkness lie,
And hurl their idols to the ground.
2 Lord, let the gospel-trumpet blow,
And call the nations from afar ;
Let all the isles their Saviour know,

And earth's remotest ends draw near 3 Let Satan's cruel kingdom shake,

The realms of darkness, and of sin;
Messiah now his empire take-
In ev'ry soul his reign begin.
HYMN 477. L M.

Isa. li. 9.

ARM of the Lord, awake, awake!
Put on thy strength-the nations

shake,

And let the world, adoring, see Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, "I am Jehovah-God alone:"

Thy voice their idols shall confound, And cast their altars to the ground. 3 No more let human blood be spiltVain sacrifice for human guilt! But to each conscience be apply'd The blood that flow'd from Jesus' side. 4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim, In ev'ry land, of ev'ry name; Let adverse pow'rs before thee fall, And crown the Saviour-LORD OF ALL

HYMN 478. 8, 7, 4.

For the influences of the Spirit.

1W Can the heathen world reclaim? HO, but thou, almighty Spirit,

Men may preach, but till thou favor,
Heathens will be still the same:
Mighty Spirit!

Witness to the Saviour's name.

2 Thou hast promis'd by the prophets,
Glorious light in latter days;
Come, and bless bewilder'd nations,
Change our pray'rs and tears to praise ;
Promis'd Spirit!

Round the world diffuse thy rays.

3 All our hopes, and pray'rs, and labors
Must be vain without thine aid:
But thou wilt not disappoint us—
All is true that thou hast said:
Faithful Spirit!

O'er the world thine influence shed.

HYMN 479.

L. M.

RIPPON.

1

The latter day glory.

WHEN will the happy trump pro

The judgement of the martyr'd Lamb? When shall the captive troops be free, And keep th' eternal jubilee!

2 Hasten it, Lord, in ev'ry land,

Send thou thine angels, and command;
"Go, sound deliv'rance-loudly blow
"Salvation to the saints below!"

3 We long to have the day appear,
The promis'd, great Sabbatic year;
When, far from grief, and sin, and hell,
Israel in ceaseless peace shall dwell.

4 Till then, we will not let thee rest-
Thou still shalt hear our strong request;
And this our daily pray'r shall be,
Lord, sound the trump of jubilee.