1. FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2. What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Java's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile?
In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strewn ;
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone.

3. Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's name.

4. Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole:
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

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1. Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run:
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2. Thy precious time mispent, redeem;
Each present day, thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

3. In conversation be sincere ;

Keep conscience, as the noon-tide, clear;
Think how the all-seeing God thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.

4. Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to the Eternal King.

5. Awake, awake, ye heavenly choir;
May your devotion me inspire,
That I, like you, my age may spend,
Like you, may on my God attend.

6. May I, like you, in God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight;
Perform, like you, my Maker's will-
O may I never more do ill!

7. Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

8. Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

9. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

BP. KENN,