4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies, Sweet incense to his name shall rise, And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew, By sovereign grace be formed anew. Voke. 452 Missionary Chant. L.M. _The Gospel Banner._ (1027) Fling out the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide, The sun that lights its shining folds, The cross on which the Savior died. 2 Fling out the banner! angels bend In anxious silence o'er the sign, And vainly seek to comprehend The wonder of the love divine. 3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands Shall see from far the glorious sight; And nations, crowding to be born, Baptize their spirits in its light. 4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls, That sink and perish in the strife, Shall touch in faith its radiant hem, And spring immortal, into life. 5 Fling out the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide Our glory, only in the cross, Our only hope, the Crucified. 6 Fling out the banner! wide and high, Seaward and skyward let it shine; Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours; We conquer only in that sign. George W. Doane, 1848. 453 Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s. _Hopeful View._ (1042) Yes, we trust the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand; God, the mighty God, is speaking By his word in ev'ry land; When he chooses, Darkness flies at his command. 2 While the foe becomes more daring, While he enters like a flood God, the Savior, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad, Ev'ry language Soon shall tell the love of God. 3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving To our hearts, to hear, each day, Joyful news, from far arriving, How the gospel wins its way, Those enlight'ning Who in death and darkness lay. 4 God of Jacob, high and glorious, Let thy people see thy hand; Let the gospel be victorious, Through the world in every land; Then shall idols Perish, Lord, at thy command. Thomas Kelly, 1809. 454 Anvern. L.M. _The Kingdom of Christ._ Great God! whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey; Now give the kingdom to thy Son; Extend his power, exalt his throne. 2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of over-spreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. 3 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown. Isaac Watts. 455 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. _Condition of the Heathen._ (1061) 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.