Receive the great salvation,
And join the happy throng.
2 What though the embattled legions
Of earth and hell combine?
His arm throughout their regions
Shall soon resplendent shine;
Ride on, O Lord, victorious;
Emanuel, Prince of Peace,
Thy triumph shall be glorious;
Thy empire shall increase.
3 Yes, Thou shalt reign forever,
O Jesus, King of kings;
Thy light, thy love, thy favor,
Each ransomed captive sings;
The isles for Thee are waiting,
The deserts learn thy praise;
The hills and valleys greeting,
The song responsive raise.
Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 129; or in Young Christian Soldier. E trust in the name of the Lord!
We seek to do his will!
He sends us forth to the work,
And He shall uphold us still!
2 We go, in the strength that He gives,
Our hearts may well be brave;
We seek to win to his side
The souls that He died to save.
3 We know that the work may be hard,
But He shall make it sweet;
And all the way, through the fields,
We follow his blessed feet.
4 We follow, and still, as we go,
We pluck the ripened grain ;
We bind rich sheaves for the Lord,
From seed that He sowed in pain.
5 O Lord of the harvest, we go,
We go to do thy will;
We trust, alone, in thy grace,
And Thou shalt uphold us still.
Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 37, or p. 108; S. S. Bell, p. 96; P ish Hymnal, p. 88 (Second Tune).
HE wise may bring their learning,
The rich may bring their wealth,
And some may bring their greatness,
And some bring strength and health :
We, too, would bring our treasures,
To offer to the King;
We have no wealth or learning
What shall we children bring?
2 We'll bring Him hearts that love Him,
We'll bring Him thankful praise,
And young souls meekly striving
To walk in holy ways.
And these shall be the treasures
We offer to the King,
And these are gifts that even
The poorest child may bring.
3 We'll bring the little duties
We have to do each day,
We'll try our best to please Him
At home, at school, at play.
And better are these treasures
To offer to our King,
Than richest gifts without them,
Yet these a child may bring.
4 Now glory to the Father,
And glory ever be
To Christ, the loving Saviour,
Who lived a child like me ;,
Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, No. 112; S. S. Chant and Tune
Scattered gleanings we may gather,
Though we are but young and few ;
Little clusters
Help to fill the garners, too.
2 Toiling early in the morning,
Catching moments through the day,
Nothing small or lowly scorning,
So along our path we stray;
Gathering gladly
Free-will offerings by the way.
3 Not for selfish praise or glory,
Not for objects nothing worth,
But to send the blessed story
Of the gospel o'er the earth,
Telling mortals
Of our Lord and Saviour's birth.
4 Up and ever at our calling,
Till in death our lips are dumb;
Or till, sin's dominion falling,
Christ shall, in his kingdom, come,
And his children
Reach their everlasting home.
5 Steadfast, then, in our endeavor,
Heavenly Father, may we be;
And, forever and forever,
We will give the praise to thee:
Alleluia!
Singing all eternity.
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 114; S. S. Hosanna, p. 70.
HOUT the tidings of salvation,
To the aged and the young,
Till the precious invitation
Waken every heart and tongue.
Send the sound
The earth around.
2 Shout the tidings of salvation,
Mingling with the ocean's roar,
Till the ships of every nation
Bear the news from shore to shore.
Send the sound, etc.
3 Shout the tidings of salvation
O'er the islands of the sea,
Till, in humble adoration,
All to Christ shall bow the knee.
Send the sound, etc.
Shout the tidings of salvation,
Till the world shall hear it call,
And with joyous acclamation,
Crown the Saviour Lord of all.
Send the sound, etc.
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Music in Oriola, p. 46; Parish Hymnal, p. 190.
ORD, our offerings we are bringing,
Smile upon them from above,
And while we thy praise are singing,
O, regard us with thy love.
Take, we pray Thee, our oblation,
Which we bring in Jesus' name;
That the news of thy salvation
We may thus to men proclaim.
2 There is in it nought of merit
To commend it to thy care,
And we therefore humbly bear it
To thy throne in earnest prayer
Let thy blessing, Lord, attend it,
As the sun matures the grain,
For if Thou shouldst not befriend it,
All our work will be in vain.
3 We would tell to distant nations,
All the story of thy love;
And the riches of salvation,
We would have them freely prove.
From the gifts our hands have brought Thee,
May it, Lord, at last appear,
Some benighted souls have sought Thee,
And, like us, have found Thee near.
4 Speed thy cause, Thou blessed Saviour,
Hasten on that glorious day,
When from earth's remotest regions
Sin's dark clouds shall pass away,
Hear the cry we breathe before Thee,
Answer from thy throne above,
Let the nations see thy glory,
Bless the peoples with thy love.
Music, "Antioch," S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 73; Sabbath Songs, p. 44.
ORD, not to us; we claim no share;
To Thee alone belongs
The grateful incense of our prayer,
The tribute of our songs.
2 Thine are the gifts which now we bring,
With joyous hearts and free;
And since they from thy goodness spring,
We bring them back to Thee.
3 O wilt thou not this offering take,
And, from thy throne above,
Bless, for the dear Redeemer's sake,
This simple gift of love?
4 Thus when on heathen lands it pours
The light of life divine,
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