2 Our fathers' sins were manifold, and ours no less

we own;

Yet wondrously from age to age Thy goodness hath been shown:

When dangers, like a stormy sea, beset our country round,

To Thee we looked, to Thee we cried, and help in Thee was found.

3 With one consent, we meekly bow beneath Thy chastening hand,

And, pouring forth confession meet, mourn with our mourning land: [our prayer, With pitying eye behold our need, as thus we lift "Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord! then let Thy mercy spare."

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GOD, that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day,

[pray! Give ear to this Thy family, and help us when we For wide the waves of bitterness around our

vessel roar,

And heavy grows the pilot's heart to view the rocky shore!

2 The cross our Master bore for us, for Him we fain would bear,

But mortal strength to weakness turns, and courage

to despair!

Then mercy on our failings, Lord! our sinking faith renew!

And when Thy sorrows visit us, O send Thy patience too!

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Psalm LXXXV.

LORD, Thine heart in love hath yearned

On Thy lost and fallen land:

Israel's face is homeward turned,

Thou hast freed Thy captive band:
Thou hast borne Thy people's sin,
Covered all their deeds of ill;
All Thy wrath is gathered in,
And Thy burning anger still.

2 Turn us, stay us, now once more,
God of all our health and peace!
Let Thy cloud of wrath fleet o'er,
From Thine own Thine anger cease.
Art Thou not a God to turn,

Turn, and be our life again,
That Thy people's heart may burn
With the gladness of Thy reign?

3 Show us now Thy tender love,
Thy salvation, Lord, impart !
I the voice divine would prove,
Listening in my silent heart;
Listening what the Lord will say :-
Peace, to all that own His will;
To His saints that love His way,

Peace, and turn no more to ill!

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ROM 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!

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile :
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone!

3 Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,

Can we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name!

4 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!

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O'

'ER the gloomy hills of darkness
Let the eye of pity gaze!

See the kindreds of the people
Lost in sin's bewildering maze,
Darkness brooding

On the face of all the earth!

2 Light of them that sit in darkness!
Rise and shine, Thy blessings bring:
Light to lighten all the Gentiles,
Rise with healing in Thy wing!
To Thy brightness

Let all kings and nations come.

3 May the heathen, now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and worshipping before Him,
Serve the living God alone:
Let Thy glory

Fill the earth, as floods the sea.

4 Thou, to whom all power is given,
Speak the word! at Thy command
Let the company of preachers

Spread Thy name from land to land:
Lord! be with them

Alway, to the end of time.

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OULS in heathen darkness lying,

Sou Where no light has broken through—

Souls that Jesus bought by dying,

Whom His soul in travail knew-
Thousand voices

Call us, o'er the waters blue.

2 Christians, hearken! None has taught them
Of His love so deep and dear;
Of the precious price that bought them;
Of the nail, the thorn, the spear:
Ye who know Him,

Guide them from their darkness drear.

3 Haste, O haste, and spread the tidings
Wide to earth's remotest strand;

Let no brother's bitter chidings
Rise against us, when we stand
In the judgment,

From some far, forgotten land.

4 Lo! the hills for harvest whiten,
All along each distant shore;
Seaward far the islands brighten-
Light of nations! lead us o'er:
When we seek them,

Let Thy Spirit go before.