2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Shall we to man benighted The light of life deny? Salvation! oh, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 3 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. Reginald Heber, 1819. 456 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. _Home Missions._ (1062) Our country's voice is pleading, Ye men of God, arise! His providence is leading, The land before you lies; Day gleams are o'er it brightening, And promise clothes the soil; Wide fields for harvest whitening, Invite the reaper's toil. 2 Go where the waves are breaking On California's shore, Christ's precious gospel taking, More rich than golden ore; On Allegheny's mountains, Through all the western vale, Beside Missouri's fountains, Rehearse the wondrous tale. 3 The love of Christ unfolding, Speed on from east to west, Till all, his cross beholding, In him are fully blest. Great Author of salvation, Haste, haste the glorious day, When we, a ransomed nation, Thy scepter shall obey. Mrs. G.W. Anderson. 457 Webb. 7s & 6s. _Success of the Gospel._ (1057) The morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears: The sons of earth are waking To penitential tears. Each breeze that sweeps the ocean Brings tidings from afar Of nations in commotion, Prepared for Zion's war. 2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us, In many a gentle shower, And brighter scenes before us Are opening every hour; Each cry, to heaven going, Abundant answers brings, And heavenly gales are blowing, With peace upon their wings. 3 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending In gratitude above; While sinners, now confessing, The gospel call obey, And seek the Savior's blessing,-- A nation in a day. 4 Blest river of salvation! Pursue thine onward way; Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy richness stay:-- Stay not, till all the lowly Triumphant reach their home; Stay not, till all the holy Proclaim "The Lord is come." Samuel F. Smith, 1845. 458 Webb. 7s & 6s. _Home Missions._ (1059) Go preach the blest salvation To every sinful race, And bid each guilty nation Accept the Savior's grace; But bear, oh, quickly bear it Where thronging millions roam, And bid them freely share it, Who dwell with us at home. 2 Where blooms the broad savanna, Where mighty waters roll, There let the gospel banner Beam hope on every soul; Go where the west is teeming, And yet behold they come! The fields all ripe are gleaming For those who reap at home!