4 Break the tempter’s fatal power,
  Turn the stony heart to flesh,
And begin, from this good hour,
  To revive thy work afresh. 
    Lord, revive us! 
  All our help must come from thee.

     John Newton, 1779

443 Austria. 8s, 7s.  D.

The Glory of the Church. (921)

Glorious things of thee are spoken,
  Zion, city of our God! 
He, whose word cannot be broken,
  Formed thee for his own abode;
On the Rock of Ages founded,
  What can shake thy sure repose? 
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
  Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.

2 See! the streams of living waters,
  Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
  And all fear of want remove;
Who can faint, while such a river,
  Ever flows their thirst t’ assuage?—­
Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,
  Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
  See the cloud and tire appear,
For a glory and a covering,
  Showing that the Lord is near! 
Thus deriving from their banner,
  Light by night, and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna
  Which he gives them when they pray.

     John Newton, 1779.

444 Austria. 8s, 7s.  D.

Isa. 54:10.

Zion, dreary and in anguish,
  ’Mid the desert hast thou strayed! 
Oh, thou weary, cease to languish;
  Jesus shall lift up thy head. 
Still lamenting and bemoaning,
  ’Mid thy follies and thy woes! 
Soon repenting and returning,
  All thy solitude shall close.

2 Though benighted and forsaken,
  Though afflicted and distressed;
His almighty arm shall waken;
  Zion’s King shall give thee rest: 
Cease thy sadness, unbelieving;
  Soon his glory shalt thou see! 
Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving,
  And the voice of melody!

     Thos.  Hastings

445 Austria. 8s, 75.  D.

The Heralds of the Gospel. (1048)

Onward, onward, men of heaven
  Bear the gospel’s banner high;
Rest not, till its light is given,
  Star of every pagan sky: 
Send it where the pilgrim stranger
  Paints beneath the torrid ray;
Bid the red-browed forest-ranger
  Hail it, ere he fades away.

2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature,
  Dark in spirit, though they be,
Show that light to every creature—­
  Prince or vassal, bond or free: 
Lo! they haste to every nation: 
  Host on host the ranks supply: 
Onward!  Christ is your salvation,
  And your death is victory.

     Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney.

446 Baca.  L.M.

Save the Perishing. (1021)

The heathen perish; day by day,
Thousands on thousands pass away! 
O Christians, to their rescue fly,
Preach Jesus to them ere they die!