2 Rich dews of grace come o’er us,
  In many a gentle shower,
And brighter scenes before us
  Are opening every hour;
Each cry, to heaven going,
  Abundant answers brings,
And heavenly gales are blowing,
  With peace upon their wings.

3 See heathen nations bending
  Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending
  In gratitude above;
While sinners, now confessing,
  The gospel call obey,
And seek the Savior’s blessing,—­
  A nation in a day.

4 Blest river of salvation! 
  Pursue thine onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,
  Nor in thy richness stay:—­
Stay not, till all the lowly
  Triumphant reach their home;
Stay not, till all the holy
  Proclaim “The Lord is come.”

     Samuel F. Smith, 1845.

458 Webb. 7s & 6s.

Home Missions. (1059)

Go preach the blest salvation
  To every sinful race,
And bid each guilty nation
  Accept the Savior’s grace;
But bear, oh, quickly bear it
  Where thronging millions roam,
And bid them freely share it,
  Who dwell with us at home.

2 Where blooms the broad savanna,
  Where mighty waters roll,
There let the gospel banner
  Beam hope on every soul;
Go where the west is teeming,
  And yet behold they come! 
The fields all ripe are gleaming
  For those who reap at home!

3 Our children there are dwelling,
  Neglected and astray,
Whose hearts are often swelling
  To learn of Zion’s way. 
Bear, bear to them the treasure
  And bid the exiles come;
There is no sweeter pleasure,
  Than preaching Christ at home.

     Sidney Dyer.

459 All Around the World. 6s & 5s.

Victory of the Church.

See the flag of Jesus
  O’er the earth unfurled! 
Sabbath-schools are singing,
  All around the world;
Sunday-schools in China,
  India and Japan,
Training souls for glory,
  By the gospel plan.

Cho.—­Lift the cross of Jesus,
        Bear the Bible on;
      Soon the world will echo,
        With the vict’ry won. 
      See the flag of Jesus,
        O’er the earth unfurled! 
      Sunday-schools are singing,
        All around the world.

2 Little Indian diamonds,
  Precious island pearls;
Learning Bible lessons,
  Happy boys and girls. 
Afric’s gold dust scattered,
  Neath the feet of wrong,
Rises up in brightness,
  From the darkness long.

3 Sunday-schools are singing,
  France and Spain and Rome;
Hear their joyous music,
  Songs of heaven and home. 
Where the martyrs suffered,
  Holy seed is spread;
Gather up these rubies,
  Dyed in life-blood red.

4 Sunday-schools in Chili,
  Reaching down the coast;
Mexico is leading,
  Gallant little host. 
Glad Brazilian children,
  Praise to God shall sing;
Far-off Patagonia
  Answers Christ is King.