388 THE CHURCH F. W. Mills Rise,crowned with light,impe-ri-al Salem, rise Ex-alt thy towering head and lift thine eyes : 4- ^ ^ -I — h— frjjt ri h M ^mH ^ n&m m f heaven its sparkling portalswide display, And break up I on thee in 796 Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise ; Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes: See heaven its sparkling portals wide dis- play, And break upon thee in a flood of day. 2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend: See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings, While every land its joyous tribute brings. 4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fixed His word, His saving power remains ; Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. Alexander Pope 1720 DORT 6s, 4s.
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1 11 ,,,. ilpiSB^eiilSiPJIl ■ri '1 1 1 1 yi 1 ^ 1 m -4- p a l v I |i 1 1 ll=^-l4 K riFi:f^ 797 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. 2 Christ for the world we sing; The world to Christ we bring, With fervent prayer: The wayward and the lost, By restless passion tossed, Redeemed, at countless cost, From dark despair. 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. 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 18/59
