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;604 HYMNS. [PARI
3 “ Behold the way to Sion’s hill,
I “ Where Isra’l’s God delights to dwell;
| “ He fixes there his lofty throne,
“ And calls the sacred place his own.”
4 “ Behold the way.” Ye heralds cry;
Spare not, but lift your voices high :
Convey the sound from shore to shore ;
And bid the captive sigh no more.
5 Swift on the wings of heav’nly zeal
They fly, nor seem their toils to feel;
But faithful to their master’s will.
Their sacred embassy fulfil.
6 The North “ gives upthe South no more
“ Keeps back” her consecrated store;
From East to West the message runs,
And either India yields her sons.
7 Auspicious dawn, thy rising ray
With joy I view, and hail the day.
Thou sun arise, supremely bright.
And fill the world with purest light.
604.
The Universal Reign of Christ.
1 f'A THAT to rapture’s boundless strains,
The subject world would raise
One sacred shout of “ Jesus reigns !”
And fill her shores with praise.
2 Hark ! the reverberating song
Already strikes the ear.
And the vast echoes, sweet and strong.
Shall soon surround the sphere.
3 From torrid climes to either pole.
Through each resounding sky.
The thunders of his praise shall roll,
And his dominion fly.