temples though it rise, One song as-cend - eth to the skies.

565 MISSIONARY CHANT L. M.

Charles Zeuner, 1832

計

1. O Thou, who from one blood didst make All men and na- tions, great and small,

Who didst in wondrous love cre-ate That perfect Love that lov-eth all;

6: A-MEN.

1. Je-sus, Thou hast willed it That Thy Church should be One in faith and spirit,

Ever one in Thee. We the cross are bearing Once on Jesus laid,

Singing songs of ex - pec - ta- tion, March-ing to the prom-ised land.

Clear before us through the dark-ness Gleams and burns the guid- ing light;

Brother clasps the hand of broth-er, Step-ping fear-less thro' the night. A-MEN.

2 One, the light of God's own presence,
O'er His ransomed people shed,
Chasing far the gloom and terror,
Brightening all the path we tread:
One, the object of our journey,

One, the faith which never tires,
One, the earnest looking forward,

One, the hope our God inspires.

3 One, the strain which lips of thousands
Lift as from the heart of one;
One the conflict, one the peril,

One, the march in God begun:

One, the gladness of rejoicing

On the far eternal shore, Where the One Almighty Father Reigns in love for evermore.

4 Onward therefore, pilgrim brothers, Onward, with the cross our aid; Bear its shame, and fight its battle,

Till we rest beneath its shade. Soon shall come the great awaking; Soon the rending of the tomb; Then, the scattering of all shadows, And the end of toil and gloom. Bernhardt S. Ingemann, 1825 Tr. S. Baring-Gould, 1867, 1875

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Joseph Barnby, 1887

1. We come un- to our fa- thers' God: Their Rock is our sal va- tion;

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Th' Eternal Arms, their dear a- bode, We make our habi ta- tion;

We bring Thee, Lord, the praise they brought; We seek Thee

as Thy

The heavenly shield, around them spread, The Spirit who in them did sing

Is still high holden o'er us;

The grace those sinners that subdued,
The strength those weaklings that renewed,
Doth vanquish, doth restore us.

To us His music lendeth:
His song in them, in us, is one;
We raise it high, we send it on,—
The song that never endeth.

4 Ye saints to come, take up the strain,
The same sweet theme endeavor;
Unbroken be the golden chain!

Keep on the song for ever!
Safe in the same dear dwelling-place,
Rich with the same eternal grace,
Bless the same boundless Giver.