eeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.
2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us,
In many a gentle shower,
And brighter scenes before us
Are opening every hour;
Each cry, to heaven going,
Abundant answers brings,
And heavenly gales are blowing,
With peace upon their wings.
3 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 Savior's blessing,--
A nation in a day.
4 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."
Samuel F. Smith, 1845.
458 Webb. 7s & 6s.
_Home Missions._ (1059)
Go preach the blest salvation
To every sinful race,
And bid each guilty nation
Accept the Savior's grace;
But bear, oh, quickly bear it
Where thronging millions roam,
And bid them freely share it,
Who dwell with us at home.
2 Where blooms the broad savanna,
Where mighty waters roll,
There let the gospel banner
Beam hope on every soul;
Go where the west is teeming,
And yet behold they come!
The fields all ripe are gleaming
For those who reap at home!
3 Our children there are dwelling,
Neglected and astray,
Whose hearts are often swelling
To learn of Zion's way.
Bear, bear to them the treasure
And bid the exiles come;
There is no sweeter pleasure,
Than preaching Christ at home.
Sidney Dyer.
459 All Around the World. 6s & 5s.
_Victory of the Church._
See the flag of Jesus
O'er the earth unfurled!
Sabbath-schools are singing,
All around the world;
Sunday-schools in China,
India and Japan,
Training souls for glory,
By the gospel plan.
Cho.--Lift the cross of Jesus,
Bear the Bible on;
Soon the world will echo,
With the vict'ry won.
See the flag of Jesus,
O'er the earth unfurled!
Sunday-schools are singing,
All around the world.
2 Little Indian diamonds,
Precious island pearls;
Learning Bible lessons,
Happy boys and girls.
Afric's gold dust scattered,
Neath the feet of wrong,
Rises up in brightness,
From the darkness long.
3 Sunday-schools are singing,
France and Spain and Rome;
Hear their joyous music,
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