2 Wild wastes of Afric, shout! Your shackled sons are free; No mother wails her child 'Neath the banana-tree: No slave-ship dashes on thy shore; The clank of chains is heard no more. 3 Shout, vales of India, shout! No funeral fires blaze high; No idol song rings loud, As rolls the death-car by: The banner of the cross now waves Where Christian heralds made their graves. 4 Shout, hills of Palestine! Have you forgot the groan, The spear, the thorn, the cross, The wine-press trod alone, The dying prayer that rose from thee, Thou garden of Gethsemane? 5 Hail, glad, millennial day! O, shout, ye heavens above! To-day ye nations sing The song, redeeming love: Redeeming love the song shall be: Hail, blessed year of jubilee! 322. L. P. M. H. Ballou. Kingdom of Christ. 1 To Christ, the Son, the Father spake: Lo, ask of me, and I will make The heathen to thy sceptre bend; The utmost parts of all the earth Are thine inheritance by birth, And wide thine empire shall extend. 2 Now Jesus waves his sceptre high, Unfurls his banners in the sky, While loud the gospel trumpets sound: His enemies with sore dismay, Retire in haste and yield the day, While trophies to the Lord abound. 3 Before him kings and tyrants fall, Detest their crowns, and on him call, And he a pardon free doth give: The world in sin was dead before; To life the world he will restore, And in him all the world shall live. 4 O Lord, thy government shall be Extended wide from sea to sea, And long thy sceptre thou shalt hold; As long as sun or moon shall shine, Thou King of earth shalt reign divine, The mysteries of thy grace unfold. REPENTANCE AND REFORMATION. 323. 7s. M. Milman. Prayer for Mercy in Spiritual Need. 1 Lord, have mercy when we pray Strength to seek a better way; When our wakening thoughts begin First to loathe their cherished sin; When our weary spirits fail, And our aching brows are pale; When our tears bedew thy word; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord. 2 Lord, have mercy when we lie On the restless bed and sigh,-- Sigh for death, yet fear it still; From the thought of former ill; When the dim, advancing gloom Tells us that our hour is come; When is loosed the silver cord; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord. 3 Lord, have mercy, when we know First how vain this world below: When its darker thoughts oppress, Doubts perplex, and fears distress; When the earliest gleam is given Of the bright but distant heaven; Then thy fostering grace afford; Then, O then, have mercy, Lord. 324. C. M. Village Hymns. The Prodigal's Return.