4 Baptize the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
Thy name, O Father, glorify,
Till every people call Thee Lord.
588. C. M. A. C. Coxe.
The Church Everlasting.
1 O where are kings and empires now
Of old that went and came?
But Holy Church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.
Mark ye her holy battlements,
And her foundations strong;
And hear within, her solemn voice,
And her unending song.
2 For not like kingdoms of the world
The Holy Church of God!
Though earthquake shocks are rocking her,
And tempests are abroad;
Unshaken as eternal hills,
Unmovable she stands,--
A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A fane unbuilt by hands.
589. C. M. Sp. of Psalms.
The Day-Spring From on High.
1 Thy servants in the temple watched
The dawning of the day,
Impatient with its earliest beams
Their holy vows to pay;
And chosen saints far off beheld
That great and glorious morn,
When the glad day-spring from on high
Auspiciously should dawn.
2 On us the Sun of Righteousness
Its brightest beams hath poured;
With grateful hearts and holy zeal,
Lord, be Thy love adored;
And let us look with joyful hope
To that more glorious day,
Before whose brightness sin and death,
And grief, shall flee away.
590. S. M. Doddridge.
The Pilgrim's Hymn.
1 Now let our voices join,
To form one pleasant song:
Ye pilgrims in God's holy way,
With music pass along!
2 How straight the path appears,
How open and how fair!
No lurking snares to entrap our feet,
No fierce destroyer there!
3 But flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The sun of hope shines on our path,
And dear companions sing.
4 All glory to His name,
Who drew the shining trace;
To Him who leads the wanderers on,
And cheers them with His grace.
5 Subdue the nations, Lord!
Teach all their kings Thy ways;
That earth's full choir the notes may swell,
And heaven resound the praise.
591. 7 & 5s. M. Anonymous.
The Angel of the Lord.
1 Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward speed!
Cast abroad thy radiant light,
Bid the shades recede;
Tread the idols in the dust,
Heathen fanes destroy,
Spread the gospel's love and trust,
Spread the gospel's joy.
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