The Otterbein Hymnal Part 77

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.

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.

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, 1848.

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_Hopeful View._ (1042)

Yes, we trust the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand; G.o.d, the mighty G.o.d, is speaking By his word in ev'ry land; When he chooses, Darkness flies at his command.

2 While the foe becomes more daring, While he enters like a flood G.o.d, the Savior, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad, Ev'ry language Soon shall tell the love of G.o.d.

3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving To our hearts, to hear, each day, Joyful news, from far arriving, How the gospel wins its way, Those enlight'ning Who in death and darkness lay.

4 G.o.d of Jacob, high and glorious, Let thy people see thy hand; Let the gospel be victorious, Through the world in every land; Then shall idols Perish, Lord, at thy command.

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

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_The Kingdom of Christ._

Great G.o.d! whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey; Now give the kingdom to thy Son; Extend his power, exalt his throne.

2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of over-spreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight.

3 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

Isaac Watts.

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_Condition of the Heathen._ (1061)

From 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 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.

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_Home Missions._ (1062)

Our country's voice is pleading, Ye men of G.o.d, 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 sh.o.r.e, Christ's precious gospel taking, More rich than golden ore; On Allegheny's mountains, Through all the western vale, Beside Missouri's fountains, Rehea.r.s.e 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.

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_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 G.o.d we love, And thousand hearts ascending In grat.i.tude 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.

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_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!

3 Our children there are dwelling, Neglected and astray, Whose hearts are often swelling To learn of Zion's way.

Bear, bear to them the treasure And bid the exiles come; There is no sweeter pleasure, Than preaching Christ at home.

Sidney Dyer.

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