2 For strength to lead the poor, the weak Who tread the vale of years,-- For pity's hand to dry the cheek Where sorrow sits in tears; For hope, the beautiful and bright, That whispers, "Ne'er despond!" For faith, that through the darkest night Still sees a star beyond. 3 Bold heralds of the cross, O God, Undaunted send us forth; Salvation be our rallying word,-- Our field, the boundless earth; Love on our lips, and in our soul, Our labors never done; O Sovereign Helper! till the goal By all at last be won. 730. 7s. M. H. K. White. Closing Hymn at an Association. 1 Christians! brethren! ere we part, Every voice and every heart Join, and to our Father raise One last hymn of grateful praise. 2 Though we here should meet no more, Yet there is a brighter shore; There, released from toil and pain, There we all may meet again. 3 Now to him who reigns in heaven Be eternal glory given; Grateful for thy love divine, O may all our hearts be thine! 731. C. M. Sutton. The Same. 1 Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds Our glowing hearts in one; Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds To sing what God hath done. It is the hope, the blissful hope, Which gospel grace hath given; The hope, when days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven. 2 From eastern shores, from northern lands, From western hill and plain, From southern climes, the brother-bands May hope to meet again; It is the hope, the blissful hope, Which love divine hath given: The hope, when life and time are o'er, We all shall meet in heaven. 3 No hope deferred, no parting sigh, That blessed meeting knows; There friendship beams from every eye, And hope immortal grows. It is the hope, the precious hope, Which boundless grace hath given: The hope, when time shall be no more, We all shall meet in heaven. 732. C. M. W. Ward. Prayer for the Success of the Gospel. 1 Great God, the nations of the earth Are by creation thine; And in thy works, by all beheld, Thy radiant glories shine. 2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent Thy gospel to mankind, Unveiling what rich stores of grace Are treasured in thy mind. 3 O, when shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around, Till every tribe and every soul Shall hear the joyful sound? 4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt To spread the gospel's rays, And build on sin's demolished throne The temples of thy praise. 733. 7s. & 6s. M. Heber. Missionary Hymn.