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And Is the Time Approaching

Jane Borthwick·Modern

Verse 1

And is the time approaching,
By prophets long foretold,
When all shall dwell together,
One Shepherd and one fold?
Shall every idol perish,
To moles and bats be thrown?
And every prayer be offered
To God in Christ alone?

Verse 2

Shall Jew and Gentile meeting
From many a distant shore,
Around one altar kneeling,
One common Lord adore?
Shall all that now divides us
Remove, and pass away
Like shadows of the morning
Before the blaze of day?

Verse 3

Shall all that now unites us
More sweet and lasting prove,
A closer bond of union
In a blest land of love?
Shall war be learned no longer?
Shall strife and tumult cease?
All earth His blessed kingdom,
The Lord and Prince of Peace!

Verse 4

O long-expected dawning,
Come with thy cheering ray;
When shall the morning brighten,
The shadows flee away?
O sweet anticipation!
It cheers the watchers on
To pray, and hope, and labor,
Till the dark night be gone.

Jane Borthwick, “And Is the Time Approaching”

WS
Arm of the Lord! Awake, Awake

William Shrubsole·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Arm of the Lord! awake, awake;
Put on thy strength, the nation shake;
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy, wrought by thee.

Verse 2

Say to the heathen, from thy throne,
“I am Jehovah--God alone!”
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.

Verse 3

No more let human blood be spilt,
Vain sacrifice for human guilt;
But to each conscience be applied
The blood, that flowed from Jesus’ side.

Verse 4

Almighty God! thy grace proclaim
In every clime, of every name,
Till adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Savior--Lord of all.

William Shrubsole, “Arm of the Lord! Awake, Awake”

BB
Ascend Thy Throne, Almighty King

Benjamin Beddome·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Ascend thy throne, almighty King,
And spread thy glories all abroad;
Let thine own arm salvation bring,
And be thou known the gracious God.

Verse 2

Let millions bow before thy seat,
Let humble mourners seek thy face,
Bring daring rebels to thy feet,
Subdued by thy victorious grace.

Verse 3

Oh, let the kingdoms of the world
Become the kingdoms of the Lord!
Let saints and angels praise thy name,
Be thou through heaven and earth adored.

Benjamin Beddome, “Ascend Thy Throne, Almighty King”

Verse 1

Behold, the heathen waits to know
The joy the gospel will bestow;
The exiled captive to receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.

Verse 2

Come, let us, with a grateful heart,
In this blest labor share a part;
Our prayers and offerings gladly bring
To aid the triumphs of our King.

Verse 3

Our hearts exult in songs of praise,
That we have seen these latter days,
When our Redeemer shall be known
Where Satan long has held his throne.

Verse 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.

Vokes, “Behold, the Heathen Waits to Know”

CW
Blow Ye the Trumpet, Blow

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Blow ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 2

Jesus, our Great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 3

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in His blood
Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 4

Ye, who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 5

The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour’s face:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Charles Wesley, “Blow Ye the Trumpet, Blow”

SW
Christ for the World We Sing

Samuel Wolcott·Modern

Verse 1

Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring
With loving zeal;
The poor and them that mourn,
The faint and overborne,
Sin-sick and sorrow-worn,
Whom Christ doth heal.

Verse 2

Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring
With fervent prayer;
The wayward and the lost,
By restless passions tossed,
Redeemed at countless cost
From dark despair.

Verse 3

Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring
With one accord;
With us the work to share,
With us reproach to dare,
With us the cross to bear,
For Christ our Lord.

Verse 4

Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring
With joyful song;
The new-born souls whose days,
Reclaimed from error’s ways,
Inspired with hope and praise,
To Christ belong.

Samuel Wolcott, “Christ for the World We Sing”

HB
Come, Lord, and Tarry Not

Horatius Bonar·Modern

Verse 1

Come, Lord, and tarry not;
Bring the long-looked-for day;
O why these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay?

Verse 2

Come, for Thy saints still wait;
Daily ascends their sigh:
The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come”:
Dost Thou not hear the cry?

Verse 3

Come, for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.

Verse 4

Come, and make all things new;
Build up this ruined earth;
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation’s second birth.

Verse 5

Come, and begin Thy reign
Of everlasting peace;
Come, take the kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of Righteousness.

Horatius Bonar, “Come, Lord, and Tarry Not”

GD
Fling Out the Banner! Let It Float

George W. Doane·Modern

Verse 1

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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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, “Fling Out the Banner! Let It Float”

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