estern,
May the morning chase the night;
Pouring radiance,
As if one day sevenfold bright.

Blessed Saviour, spread thy gospel,
Ride and conquer, never cease;
May thy wide, thy vast dominions,
Multiply and still increase;
Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.

* * * * *

O'er the earth, in every nation,
Reign, Jehovah, in each place;
Take all kingdoms in possession,
Heathen darkness thence displace;
Fill each people,
Sun of Righteousness, with grace.

Oh! ye heralds of salvation,
Jesus' mercy far proclaim;
Bear, ye seas, the sacred mission,
Till the pagan bless his name;
Let the gospel
Fly on wings of heavenly flame.

Let all those in deserts dwelling,
All on hills--in dales around,
Those who live 'midst oceans swelling,
Jesus' glorious praises sound;
Till the echo
Of his name the world surround.

* * * * *

Ride in triumph, holy Saviour,
Go and conquer o'er the land;
Earth and hell, with all their forces,
Now before thee cannot stand;
At the radiance of thy glory,
Every foe must flee away;
All creation thrills with terror
Under thine eternal sway.

Aid me, Lord, always to tarry
In my Father's courts below;
Live in light divine and glorious,
Without darkness, without woe;
Live without the sun's departure,
Live without a cloud or pain;
Live on Jesus' love unconquer'd,
Who on Calvary was slain.

Let me view the great atonement,
And the kingdom that is mine,
Which thy blood hath purchased for me,
Sealed also as divine;
Let me daily strive to find it,
Let this be my chief employ;
On my way I ask no favour
But thy presence to enjoy.

* * * * *

Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners,
Thou hast glorious power to save,
Grant me light and still conduct me
Over each tempestuous wave;
May my soul with sacred transport
View the dawn while yet afar,
And until the sun arises,
Lead me by the morning star.

* * * * *

O what madness, O what folly,
That my thoughts should go astray,
After toys and empty pleasures,
Pleasures only for a day;
This vain world with all its treasures,
Very soon will be no more,
There's no object worth admiring,
But the God whom I adore.

* * * * *

I look beyond the distant hills,
My Saviour dear to see;
O come, Beloved, ere the dusk,
My sun doth set on me.

Methinks that were my feet released
From these aff