1124 Psalm 72.—Part E.
HAIL to the Lord's anointed,
Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

2 He comes, with succor speedy, To those who suffer wrong;

To help the poor and needy,

And bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in his sight.

3 For him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.

The heavenly dew shall nourish

A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish, And shake like Lebanon.

4 O'er every foe victorious,

He on his throne shall rest; From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blessed.

HE shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love, and joy, like flowers,

Spring in his path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace the herald go,
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.

2 Arabia's desert-ranger

To him shall bow the knee; The Ethiopian stranger

His glory come to see:

With offerings of devotion,
Ships from the isles shall meet,
To pour the wealth of ocean

In tribute at his feet.

3 Kings shall fall down before him,
And gold and incense bring:
All nations shall adore him;

His praise all people sing;
For he shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion
Or dove's light wing can soar.

James Montgomery.

SAVOY CHAPEL. 7s, 6s. D.

J. B. CALKIN.

Each breeze that sweeps the o-cean Brings ti-dings from a - far,

Of

na-tions in com-mo- tion, Prepared for Zion's war.

1126 The Morning Light.

THE morning light is breaking;

The darkness disappears!

The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears;

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.

2 See heathen nations bending
Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above;
While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel call obey,

And seek the Saviour's blessing—
A nation in a day.

3 Blest river of salvation!

Pursue thine onward way; Flow thou to every nation,

Nor in thy richness stay:

Stay not till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home:

Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim-"The Lord is come!"

How long the holy city

Shall heathen feet profane? Return, O Lord, in pity,

Rebuild her walls again.

2 Let fall thy rod of terror, Thy saving grace impart; Roll back the vail of error,

Release the fettered heart; Let Israel, home returning,

Their lost Messiah see; Give oil of joy for mourning, And bind thy Church to thee.

Henry F. Lyte.

1128 Departing Missionaries.
ROLL on, thou mighty ocean;
And, as thy billows flow,
Bear messengers of mercy
To every land below.
Arise, ye gales, and waft them

Safe to the destined shore;
That man may sit in darkness,
And death's black shade no more.

2 O thou eternal Ruler,

Who holdest in thine arm

The tempests of the ocean,

Protect them from all harm! Thy presence, Lord, be with them, Wherever they may be;

Though far from us, who love them, Still let them be with thee.

James Edmeston.

O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness,
Cheered by no celestial ray,
Sun of Righteousness! arising,
Bring the bright, the glorious day;
Send the gospel

To the earth's remotest bound.

2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,-
Grant them, Lord! the glorious light:
And, from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night;
And redemption,
Freely purchased, win the day.

3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!

Win and conquer, never cease; May thy lasting, wide dominions Multiply and still increase;

Sway the scepter,

Saviour! all the world around.

On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing-
Zion long in hostile lands:

Mourning captive!

God himself shall loose thy bands.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful? Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful? By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well beloved.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; He himself appears thy Friend;

All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Great deliverance
Zion's King will surely send.

Thomas Kelly.

BENEDICTION. 8s, 78, 4s.

A. H. MANN.

1132

Home Missions.

Token of our coming Lord;

O'er the earth the field is whitening; Louder rings the Master's word,"Pray for reapers

In the harvest of the Lord."

2 Now, O Lord! fulfill thy pleasure,
Breathe upon thy chosen band,
And, with pentecostal measure,
Send forth reapers o'er our land,-
Faithful reapers,
Gathering sheaves for thy right hand.

TULLY. 78, 68. D.

Eager millions hither roam; Lo! they wait for thy salvation; Come, Lord Jesus! quickly come! By thy Spirit,

Bring thy ransomed people home.

4 Soon shall end the time of weeping,
Soon the reaping time will come,-
Heaven and earth together keeping
God's eternal Harvest Home:
Saints and angels!

Shout the world's great Harvest Home.

Mrs. Mary Maxwell.

LOWELL MASON.

And promise clothes the soil;

1133 Home Missions.

OUR country's voice is pleading,
Ye men of God, arise!
His providence is leading,
The land before you lies;
Day-gleams are o'er it brightening,
And promise clothes the soil;
Wide fields, for harvest whitening,
Invite the reaper's toil.

2 The love of Christ unfolding,
Speed on from east to west,
Till all, his cross beholding,
In him are fully blest.
Great Author of salvation,

Haste, haste the glorious day, When we, a ransomed nation, Thy scepter shall obey.

Mrs. Maria F. Anderson.