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11 From India s my fountains.
4 When, worn by toil, their spirits fail,
Bid them the future prospect hail;
For the Success of Christian Missionaries.
I From India's coral strand,
Roll down their golden sand;
From many a palmy plain,
Their land from error's chain, 2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Java's isle,
And only man is vile;
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.
The best Protection.
? 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 forsake it,
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!
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;
Let thy presence. .
(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
Fearful lest we go astray,
Shall direct us;
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.
• Sister spirit, come away!'
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: