4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear;
His hand thy ruins shall repair;
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.

     Philip Doddridge, 1740.

439 Ware.  L.M.

Rev. 11:  15. (1028)

Soon may the last glad song arise
Through all the millions of the skies—­
That song of triumph which records
That all the earth is now the Lord’s!

2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be
Obedient, mighty God, to thee! 
And, over land and stream and main,
Wave thou the scepter of thy reign!

3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell,
Let host to host the triumph tell,
That not one rebel heart remains,
But over all the Savior reigns!

     Mrs. Voke, 1816.

440 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

Her Enemies Confounded. (925)

Zion stands with hills surrounded,
  Zion kept by power divine! 
All her foes shall be confounded,
  Tho’ the world in arms combine. 
    Happy Zion,
  What a favored lot is thine!

2 Ev’ry human tie may perish,
  Friend to friend unfaithful prove,
Mothers cease their own to cherish,
  Heaven and earth at last remove;
    But no changes
  Can attend Jehovah’s love.

3 In the furnace God may prove thee,
  Thence to bring thee forth more bright,
But can never cease to love thee—­
  Thou art precious in his sight: 
    God is with thee—­
  God, thine everlasting light.

     Thomas Kelly, 1804

441 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

The Gospel Herald. (926)

On the mountain’s top appearing,
  Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing—­
  Zion long in hostile lands: 
    Mourning captive! 
  God himself shall loose thy bands.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful? 
  Have thy friends unfaithful proved? 
Have thy foes been proud and scornful? 
  By thy sighs and tears unmoved? 
    Cease thy mourning;
  Zion still is well beloved.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee;
  He himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
  Here their boasts and triumph end;
    Great deliverance
  Zion’s King will surely send.

     Thomas Kelly, 1804

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Prayer for a Revival. (923)

Savior, visit thy plantation;
  Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain;
All will come to desolation,
  Unless thou return again. 
    Lord, revive us! 
  All our help must come from thee.

2 Keep no longer at a distance;
  Shine upon us from on high,
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
  Every plant should droop and die. 
    Lord, revive us! 
  All our help must come from thee.

3 Let our mutual love be fervent! 
  Make us prevalent in prayers;
Let each one, esteemed thy servant,
  Shun the world’s bewitching snares. 
    Lord, revive us! 
  All our help must come from thee.