4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,
  Let thy people see thy hand;
Let the gospel be victorious,
  Through the world in every land;
    Then shall idols
  Perish, Lord, at thy command.

     Thomas Kelly, 1809.

454 Anvern.  L.M.

The Kingdom of Christ.

Great God! whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey;
Now give the kingdom to thy Son;
Extend his power, exalt his throne.

2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of over-spreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.

3 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

     Isaac Watts.

455     Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s.  D.
Condition of the Heathen.     (1061)

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 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
  By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to man benighted
  The light of life deny? 
Salvation! oh, salvation! 
  The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation
  Has learned Messiah’s name.

3 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 ransomed nature
  The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
  In bliss returns to reign.

     Reginald Heber, 1819.

456 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s.  D.

Home Missions. (1062)

Our country’s voice is pleading,
  Ye men of God, arise! 
His providence is leading,
  The land before you lies;
Day gleams are o’er it brightening,
  And promise clothes the soil;
Wide fields for harvest whitening,
  Invite the reaper’s toil.

2 Go where the waves are breaking
  On California’s shore,
Christ’s precious gospel taking,
  More rich than golden ore;
On Allegheny’s mountains,
  Through all the western vale,
Beside Missouri’s fountains,
  Rehearse the wondrous tale.

3 The love of Christ unfolding,
  Speed on from east to west,
Till all, his cross beholding,
  In him are fully blest. 
Great Author of salvation,
  Haste, haste the glorious day,
When we, a ransomed nation,
  Thy scepter shall obey.

     Mrs. G.W.  Anderson.

457 Webb. 7s & 6s.

Success of the Gospel. (1057)

The morning light is breaking,
  The darkness disappears: 
The sons of earth are waking
  To penitential tears. 
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
  Brings tidings from afar
Of nations in commotion,
  Prepared for Zion’s war.