ANVERN. L. M.

Arr. by L. MASON.

long, a-wake at length,

And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength.

1111

"Triumphant Zion."

TRIUMPHANT Zion, lift thy head
From dust, and darkness, and the dead;
Though humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength.
2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy various charms be known;
The world thy glories shall confess,
Decked in the robes of righteousness.
3 No more shall foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread;
No more shall hell's insulting host
Their victory and thy sorrows boast.

4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear;
His hand thy ruins shall repair;
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.

Look from thy sphere of endless day,
O God of mercy and of might!
In pity look on those who stray,

Benighted in this land of light.

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,
In crowded mart, by stream or sea,
How many of the sons of men

Hear not the message sent from thee!
3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord, to call
The thoughtless young, the hardened old,
A scattered, homeless flock, till all

Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.

4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak,

And bind and heal the broken heart.

5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,
That makes us sadden as we gaze,
Shall grow with living waters green,
And lift to heaven the voice of praise.

William C. Bryant.

Now joyfully are met;

Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kissed, And hand in hand are set.

3 Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and blossom then,

And Justice, from her heavenly bower,
Look down on mortal men.

4 Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God!
Thee honor and adore

With my whole heart; and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore!

John Milton.

CHARLES ZEUNer.

flood of day.

Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign!

1120

Reginald Heber.

The Day of Jubilee. HOW BEAUTEOUS on the mountains, The feet of him that brings, Like streams from living fountains, Good tidings of good things; That publisheth salvation, And jubilee release, To every tribe and nation, God's reign of joy and peace!

2 Lift up thy voice, O watchman! And shout, from Zion's towers, Thy hallelujah chorus,

"The victory is ours!" The Lord shall build up Zion In glory and renown,

And Jesus, Judah's lion,

Shall wear his rightful crown.

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness, O waste Jerusalem!

Let songs, instead of sadness,

Thy jubilee proclaim;

The Lord, in strength victorious,
Upon thy foes hath trod;

Behold, O earth! the glorious

Salvation of our God!

Benjamin Gough.

AUSTRIA. 88, 78. D.

F. J. HAYDN.

In

1121

The Call to Service.
WE are living, we are dwelling,
In a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling;

To be living is sublime.
Hark, the waking up of nations,
Gog and Magog to the fray:
Hark, what soundeth? is creation
Groaning for its latter day?

2 Worlds are charging, heaven beholding,
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now the blazoned cross unfolding,
On, right onward, for the right!

On! let all the soul within you

For the truth's sake go abroad. Strike, let every nerve and sinew Tell on ages, tell for God.

HARK! the sound of angel-voices
Over Bethlehem's star-lit plain;
Hark! the heavenly host rejoices,
Jesus comes on earth to reign.
See celestial radiance beaming,

Lighting up the midnight sky;
'Tis the promised day-star gleaming,
'Tis the day-spring from on high.

2 Westward, all along the ages,
Trace its pathway clear and bright;
Star of hope to Eastern sages,
Radiant now with gospel light.
Angels from the realms of glory,

Peace on earth delight to sing;
Christian, tell the wondrous story,
Go proclaim the Saviour King!

Mrs. Rebecca Phoenix Coe.