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11 From India s my fountains.

4 When, worn by toil, their spirits fail,

Bid them the future prospect hail;
Bid them the crown of life survey,
And onward urge their glorious way.
So, o'er the heathen's gloomy night,
Truth shall diffuse her radiant light;
And mild religion's pow'r control
The stormy passions of the soul.
136. HYMN XLIII. P. M.

For the Success of Christian Missionaries.
1 DROM Greenland's icy mountains,

I 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 ev'ry 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 Can we whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high, Can we, to man benighted,

The lamp of life deny ? Salvation! oh, 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.
137. HYMN XLIV. (8. 7. 4.)

The best Protection.
W H Y those fears? behold 'tis Jesus

? Holds the helm, and guides the ship: Spread the sails, and catch the breezes Sent to waft us through the deep,

To the regions Where the mourners cease to weep. 2 Could we stay where death was hov'ring,

Could we rest on such a shore?

No, the awful truth discor'ring,
We could linger there no more:

We forsake it,
Leaving all we lor'd before.
3 Though the shore we hope to land on

Only by report is known, Yet we freely all abandon, Led by that report alone;

And with Jesus Through the trackless deep move on. 138. HYMN XLV. L. M. 1 REFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

D Ye nations, bow with sacred jor; Know that the Lord is God alone; .

He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sor'reign pow'r, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the hear’ns our voices raise : And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is thy command!

Vast as eternity thy love!
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand

When rolling years shall cease to move.

139. HYMN XLVI. (8. 7. 4.) I SAVIOUR, through the desert lead us;

w Without thee we cannot go;
Thou from cruel chains hast freed us,
Thou hast laid the tyrant low:

Let thy presence. .
Cheer us all our journey through.
2 With a price thy love has bought us;

(Saviour, what a love is thine!) Hitherto thy pow'r has brought us!

(Pow'r and love in thee combine!)

· Lord of glory, .

Ever on thine Israel shine. 3 Through a desert waste and cheerless,

Though our destin'd journey lie, . Render'd, by thy presence, fearless, We may ev'ry foe defy.

Nought shall move us
While we see our Saviour nigh.
4 When we halt, (no track discov'ring,)

Fearful lest we go astray,
O'er our path thy pillar hov'ring,
Fire by night and cloud by day,

Shall direct us;
Thus we shall not miss our way.

140. HYMN XLVII.

The Dying Christian. 1 VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!

Quit, О quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,

And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper, angels say,

• Sister spirit, come away!'
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ?

Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes, it disappears; Heav'n opens to my eyes : my ears

With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings; I mount, I ily! O grave! where is thy victory?

O death! where is thy sting ? 141. HYMN XLVIII. (7's.) 1 JESUS, refuge of my soul,

0 To thy shelt'ring arms I fly, While the raging billows roll,

While the tempest still is high:

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