Thus outwardly and visibly
We seal thee for His own
And may the brow that wears His cross
Hereafter share His crown!
Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding
With the Shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs Thy bosom share,
Now these little ones receiving,
Fold them in Thy gracious arm;
There, we know, Thy Word believing,
Only there, secure from harm.
Keep them safe from ever roving,
Let them not be Satan's prey;
Let Thy watchful care so loving
Keep them through life's dangerous way.
Then, within Thy fold in heaven,
Let them find their rest above;
Feed in pastures by Thee given,
Drink the rivers of Thy love!
Honour, glory, might, dominion,
To the Father and the Son,
With the everlasting Spirit,
While eternal ages run. Amen.
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!
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile,
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation! oh Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
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.
O Spirit of the living God!
In all Thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend upon our fallen race.
Give tongues of fire and hearts of love
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard.
Be darkness, at Thy coming, light,
Confusion order in Thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.
Baptize the nations; far and nigh,
The triumphs of the Cross record; The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every kindred call Him Lord.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
• The God whom earth and heaven adore, Be glory, as it was of old,
Is now, and shall be evermore.
Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield:
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain,
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse :
All that Spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land,
All that liberal Autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores.
These to Thee, Great God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow,
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful notes of solemn praise.
Glory to the Father, Son,
Holy Spirit, Three in One,
As it was, is now, shall be,
In His own eternity.
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run,
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Thy precious time misspent, redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem,
Improve thy talent with due care,
For the great day thyself prepare.
In conversation be sincere,
Keep conscience as the noontide clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing,
High praise to the eternal King.
I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir,
May your devotion me inspire,
That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.
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