"Come over, * and help us." The Rt. Rev. R. HEBEP, D.D. 1819. H. SMART. 3. 1. From Greenland's i cy mountains, From In-dia's co- ral strand, Where A-fric's sun-ny fount-ains 2, What though the spi-cy breez - es Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though ev-ery prospect pleas - es, Can we, whose souls are light-ed With wisdom from on high, Can we to men be-night - ed From many an an-cient riv er, From many a palm- y plain, They In vain with lav-ish kindness The gifts of God are strown: The Salva- tion! O sal - va tion! The joy-ful sound pro-claim, Till 4, Waft, waft, ye winds, His glory, 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! Amen. "He is the Head of the Body, the Church." The Rev. S. J. STONE. 1865. Abr. S. S. WESLEY, Mus. D. 1864. 1. The Church's one Foun-da- tion Is Jesus Christ her Lord; She is His new cre 4 Her char-ter of sal va tion - ma- tion By water and the Word; From Heaven He came and sought her To be His holy Bride; With Par- takes one holy Food, And Her long - ing eyes are blest, And His own Blood He bought her, And for her life He died. Amen. 4. Yet she on earth hath union Lord, give us grace that we The Rev. T. KELLY. 1806. "Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem." H. SMART. 1867. 1. On the mountain's top ap-pearing, Lo! the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zi - on bearing, 9-24 24 Zion long in hostile lands. Mourning captive! Mourning captive! God Himself will loose thy bands. Amen 2 Has thy night been long and mournful? 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; He Himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall flee before thee; Here their boasts and triumphs end; Great deliverance Zion's King vouchsafes to send! 4 Enemies no more shall trouble; 153. 66 Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren ye have done it unto Me." The Rev. P. Doddridge, D.D. Abr. B. TOURS. 1872. 4 1. Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace! Thy bounties, how complete! 2. High on a Throne of ra-diant light Dost Thou ex- alt - ed shine; How shall I count the |