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4 And when our labors all are o'er,
Then we shall meet to part no more;
Meet with the blood bought throng to fall
And crown our Jesus Lord of all!

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HYMN 495. C. M.

IO, and the Saviour's grace proclaim,
Ye messengers of God;

Go, publish, thro' Immanuel's name,
Salvation bought with blood.

2 What tho' your arduous track may lie
Thro' regions dark as death;
What tho' your faith and zeal to try,
Perils beset your path:

3 Yet, with determin'd courage, go,
And, arm'd with pow'r divine,
Your God will needful aid bestow,
And on your labors shine.

4 He who has call'd you to the war
Will recompense your pains;
Before Messiah's conqu'ring car,
Mountains shall sink to plains.

5 Shrink not tho' earth and hell oppose,
But plead your Master's cause;
Nor doubt that e'en your mighty foes
Shall bow before his cross.

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HYMN 496. C. M.

B.

O, messenger of love, and bear,
Upon thy gentle wing,

The song which seraphs love to hear,
And angels joy to sing.

2 Go, to the heart with sin opprest,
And dry the sorrowing tear;
Extract the thorn that wounds the breast,
The drooping spirit cheer.

3 Go, say to Zion, "Jesus reigns"-
By his resistless pow'r,

He binds his enemies with chains;
They fall to rise no more.

4 Tell how the Holy Spirit flies,

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As he from heav'n descendsArrests his proudest enemies, And changes them to friends.

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HYMN 497. 6, 4.

OUND, sound the truth abroad,
Bear ye the word of God
Thro' the wide world;

Tell what our Lord has done,
Tell how the day is won,
And from his lofty throne,
Satan is hurl'd.

2 Far over sea and land,

'Tis our Lord's own command, Bear ye his name;

Bear it to ev'ry shore,

Regions unknown explore,

Enter at ev'ry door

Silence is shame.

3 Speed on the 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.

4 When on the mighty deep,
He will their spirits keep,
Stay'd on his word;
When in a foreign land,
No other friend at hand,
Jesus will by them stand-
Jesus, their Lord.

5 Ye, who forsaking all,
At your lov'd Master's call,
Comforts resign;

Soon will your work be done;
Soon will the prize be won;
Brighter than yonder sun,

Then shall

ye shine.

HYMN 498.

7s.

J. MARSDEN.

Mark. xvi. 15.

O, ye messengers of God,

Like the beams of morning fly Take the wonder-working rod, Wave the banner cross on high!

2 Go to many a tropic isle

On the bosom of the deep;

Where the skies forever smile,
And the blacks forever weep.

3 Where the golden gates of day
Open on the palmy East,
Wide the bleeding cross display,
Spread the gospel's richest feast.

4 Visit ev'ry heathen soil,

Ev'ry barren, burning strand,
Bid each dreary region smile,
Lovely as the promis'd land.

5 In yon wilds of stream and shade,
Many an Indian wigwam trace;
And with words of love persuade
Savages to sue for grace.

6 Circumnavigate the Ball-
Visit ev'ry soil and sea;

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Preach the cross of Christ to all;
Jesus' love is full and free.

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HYMN 499. 8, 7, 4.

BALDWIN.

Farewell to Missionaries.

O, ye heralds of salvation,

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Go, proclaim 'Redeeming blood;'
Publish to that barb'rous nation,
Peace and pardon from our God:
Tell the heathen,

None but Christ can do them good.

2 While the gospel trump you're sounding, May the Spirit seal the word,

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And, thro' sov'reign grace abounding,
Heathen bow and own the Lord;
Idols leaving,

God alone shall be ador'd.

3 Distant tho' our souls are blending,
Still our hearts are warm and true;
In our pray'rs to heav'n ascending,
Brethren-we'll remember you ;
Heav'n preserve you,

Safely all your journey through.

4 When your mission here is finish'd,
And your work on earth is done,
May your souls, by grace replenish'd,
Find acceptance thro' the Son;
Thence admitted,

Dwell forever near his throne.

5 Loud hosannas now resounding,
Make the heav'nly arches ring:
Grace to sinful men abounding,
Ransom'd millions sweetly sing;
While, with rapture,

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All adore their heav'nly King.

HYMN 500. C. M.

The Missionaries' farewell.

KINDRED, and friends, and native land,

shall we say farewell?

How, when our swelling sails expand,
How will our bosoms swell!