When Jesus comes to reward his servants,

Whether it be noon or night,

Faithful to him will he find us watching,

With our lamps all trimmed and bright?

REF.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother?

Ready for the soul's bright home?

Say, will he find you and me still watching,

Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come?

2 If at the dawn of the early morning,

He shall call us one by one,

When to the Lord we restore our talents,

Will he answer thee--Well done?

3 Have we been true to the trust he left us?

Do we seek to do our best?

If in our hearts there is naught condemns us,

We shall have a glorious rest.

4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching,

In his glory they shall share;

If he shall come at the dawn or midnight,

Will he find us watching there?

My soul, be on thy guard,

Ten thousand foes arise:

The hosts of sin are pressing hard

To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray;

The battle ne'er give o'er;

Renew it boldly every day,

And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won

Nor lay thine armor down;

Thy arduous work will not be done

Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God;

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,

To his divine abode.

Soldiers of Christ! arise,

And put your armor on,--

Strong, in the strength which God supplies,

Through his eternal Son:--

2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts,

And in his mighty power;

Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,

Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand, then, in his great might,

With all his strength endued;

And take, to arm you for the fight,

The panoply of God:--

4 That, having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,

You may o'ercome through Christ alone,

And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on;

Wrestle, and fight, and pray;

Tread all the powers of darkness down,

And win the well-fought day.

6 Still let the Spirit cry,

In all his soldiers, "Come,"

Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high,

And takes the conquerors home.

Arise, ye saints, arise!

The Lord our Leader is:

The foe before his banner flies,

And victory is his.

2 We soon shall see the day

When all our toils shall cease;

When we shall cast our arms away,

And dwell in endless peace.

3 This hope supports us here;

It makes our burdens light:

'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,

Till faith shall end in sight:--

4 Till, of the prize possessed,

We hear of war no more;

And ever with our Leader rest,

On yonder peaceful shore.

Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb?

And shall I fear to own his cause,

Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies

On flow'ry beds of ease,

While others fought to win the prize,

And sailed thro' bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign;

Increase my courage, Lord;

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, though they die;

They see the triumph from afar,

By faith they bring it nigh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy armies shine

In robes of vict'ry through the skies,

The glory shall be thine.

Soldiers of Christ are we

Marching to victory,

Marching to heaven;

In his bright armor dressed,

His cross our chosen crest,

And for our food and rest,

His word is given.

2 Tho' foes our path surround,

Tho' toils and cares abound,

Onward we tread;

We hear our Lord's command;

We grasp each shining brand,

And, like a banner grand,

Hope waves o'erhead.

3 Soldiers of Christ are we,

Light, Love, and Liberty

Our battle call!

Till truth shall win the day,

Till right shall gain the sway,

Till sin is driven away,

We fight or fall.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus,

Ye soldiers of the cross!

Lift high his royal banner,

It must not suffer loss;

From victory unto victory

His army shall he lead,

Till every foe is vanquished.

And Christ is Lord indeed.

2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus.

The trumpet call obey;

Forth to the mighty conflict,

In this his glorious day;

Ye that are men! now serve him,

Against unnumbered foes;

Your courage rise with danger,

And strength to strength oppose.

3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus,

Stand in his strength alone;

The arm of flesh will fail you;

Ye dare not trust your own;

Put on the gospel armor,

And, watching unto prayer,

Where duty calls, or danger,

Be never wanting there.

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus:

The strife will not be long;

This day, the noise of battle,--

The next, the victor's song;

To him that overcometh,

A crown of life shall be;

He, with the King of glory,

Shall reign eternally!

God is my strong salvation;

What foe have I to fear?

In darkness and temptation,

My Light, my Help is near:

Though hosts encamp around me,

Firm to the fight I stand;

What terror can confound me,

With God at my right hand?

2 Place on the Lord reliance;

My soul! with courage wait;

His truth be thine affiance,

When faint and desolate;

His might thy heart shall strengthen,

His love thy joy increase;

Mercy thy days shall lengthen;

The Lord will give thee peace.

Yield not to temptation,

For yielding is sin;

Each vict'ry will help you

Some other to win.

Fight manfully onward,

Dark passions subdue;

Look ever to Jesus,

He'll carry you through.

CHO.--Ask the Savior to help you,

Comfort, strengthen, and keep you;

He is willing to aid you,

He will carry you through.

2 Shun evil companions,

Bad language disdain,

God's name hold in rev'rence,

Nor take it in vain;

Be thoughtful and earnest,

Kind-hearted and true;

Look ever to Jesus,

He'll carry you through.

3 To him that o'ercometh,

God giveth a crown;

Through faith we shall conquer,

Though often cast down;

He who is our Savior

Our strength will renew;

Look ever to Jesus,

He'll carry you through.

With stately towers and bulwarks strong,

Unrivaled and alone,

Loved theme of many a sacred song;

God's holy city shone.

2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,

The glory of all lands;

Yet fairer and in strength complete,

The Christian temple stands.

3 The faithful of each clime and age

This glorious church compose;

Built on a Rock, with idle rage

The threat'ning tempest blows.

4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm,

Thy God is thy defense;

And weak and powerless every arm

Against Omnipotence.

Oh! where are kings and empires now,

Of old that went and came?

But, Lord! thy church is praying yet,

A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements,

And her foundations strong;

We hear within the solemn voice

Of her unending song.

3 For, not like kingdoms of the world,

Thy holy church, O God!

Though earthquake shocks are threatening her,

And tempests are abroad;

4 Unshaken as eternal hills,

Immovable she stands,

A mountain that shall fill the earth,

A house not made by hands.

Daughter of Zion, from the dust

Exalt thy fallen head;

Again in thy Redeemer trust--

He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,

Thy beautiful array;

The day of freedom dawns at length--

The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,

And send thy heralds forth;

Say to the South, Give up thy charge!

And, Keep not back, O North!

4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands,

Where'er they rest or roam,

Have heard thy voice in distant lands,

And hasten to their home.

Church of the ever-living God,

The Father's gracious choice,

Amid the voices of this earth

How feeble is thy voice!

2 Not many rich or noble called,

Not many great or wise:

They whom God makes his kings and priests

Are poor in human eyes.

3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length;

Their feeble days are o'er,

No more a handful in the earth,

A little flock no more.

I love thy kingdom, Lord!

The house of thine abode,

The church our blest Redeemer saved,

With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand,

Dear as the apple of thine eye,

And graven on thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend;

To her my cares and toils be given,

Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,

And brighter bliss of heaven.

Revive thy work, O Lord!

Thy mighty arm make bare;

Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead,

And make thy people hear.

2 Revive thy work, O Lord!

Disturb this sleep of death;

Quicken the smoldering embers now,

By thine almighty breath.

3 Revive thy work, O Lord!

Exalt thy precious name;

And, by the Holy Ghost, our love

For thee and thine inflame.

4 Revive thy work, O Lord!

And give refreshing showers;

The glory shall be all thine own,

The blessing, Lord! be ours.

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun

Does his successive journeys run;

His kingdom spread from shore to shore,

Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 From north to south the princes meet,

To pay their homage at his feet;

While western empires own their Lord,

And savage tribes attend his word.

3 To him shall endless prayer be made,

And endless praises crown his head;

His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise,

With every morning sacrifice.

4 People and realms of every tongue

Dwell on his love with sweetest song,

And infant voices shall proclaim

Their early blessings on his name.

5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;

The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;

The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

6 Let every creature rise and bring

Peculiar honors to our King;

Angels descend with songs again,

And earth repeat the loud Amen!

Triumphant Zion! lift thy head

From dust, and darkness, and the dead;

Though humbled long, awake at length,

And gird thee with thy Savior's strength.

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,

And let thy various charms be known;

The world thy glories shall confess,

Decked in the robes of righteousness.

3 No more shall foes unclean invade,

And fill thy hallowed walls with dread;

No more shall hell's insulting host

Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.

4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear;

His hand thy ruins shall repair;

Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease

To guard thee in eternal peace.

Soon may the last glad song arise

Through all the millions of the skies--

That song of triumph which records

That all the earth is now the Lord's!

2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be

Obedient, mighty God, to thee!

And, over land and stream and main,

Wave thou the scepter of thy reign!

3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell,

Let host to host the triumph tell,

That not one rebel heart remains,

But over all the Savior reigns!

Zion stands with hills surrounded,

Zion kept by power divine!

All her foes shall be confounded,

Tho' the world in arms combine.

Happy Zion,

What a favored lot is thine!

2 Ev'ry human tie may perish,

Friend to friend unfaithful prove,

Mothers cease their own to cherish,

Heaven and earth at last remove;

But no changes

Can attend Jehovah's love.

3 In the furnace God may prove thee,

Thence to bring thee forth more bright,

But can never cease to love thee--

Thou art precious in his sight:

God is with thee--

God, thine everlasting light.

On the mountain's top appearing,

Lo! the sacred herald stands,

Welcome news to Zion bearing--

Zion long in hostile lands:

Mourning captive!

God himself shall loose thy bands.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful?

Have thy friends unfaithful proved?

Have thy foes been proud and scornful?

By thy sighs and tears unmoved?

Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well beloved.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee;

He himself appears thy Friend;

All thy foes shall flee before thee;

Here their boasts and triumph end;

Great deliverance

Zion's King will surely send.

Savior, visit thy plantation;

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain;

All will come to desolation,

Unless thou return again.

Lord, revive us!

All our help must come from thee.

2 Keep no longer at a distance;

Shine upon us from on high,

Lest, for want of thine assistance,

Every plant should droop and die.

Lord, revive us!

All our help must come from thee.

3 Let our mutual love be fervent!

Make us prevalent in prayers;

Let each one, esteemed thy servant,

Shun the world's bewitching snares.

Lord, revive us!

All our help must come from thee.

4 Break the tempter's fatal power,

Turn the stony heart to flesh,

And begin, from this good hour,

To revive thy work afresh.

Lord, revive us!

All our help must come from thee.

Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God!

He, whose word cannot be broken,

Formed thee for his own abode;

On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?

With salvation's walls surrounded,

Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.

2 See! the streams of living waters,

Springing from eternal love,

Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of want remove;

Who can faint, while such a river,

Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?--

Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,

Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,

See the cloud and tire appear,

For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near!

Thus deriving from their banner,

Light by night, and shade by day,

Safe they feed upon the manna

Which he gives them when they pray.

Zion, dreary and in anguish,

'Mid the desert hast thou strayed!

Oh, thou weary, cease to languish;

Jesus shall lift up thy head.

Still lamenting and bemoaning,

'Mid thy follies and thy woes!

Soon repenting and returning,

All thy solitude shall close.

2 Though benighted and forsaken,

Though afflicted and distressed;

His almighty arm shall waken;

Zion's King shall give thee rest:

Cease thy sadness, unbelieving;

Soon his glory shalt thou see!

Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving,

And the voice of melody!

Onward, onward, men of heaven

Bear the gospel's banner high;

Rest not, till its light is given,

Star of every pagan sky:

Send it where the pilgrim stranger

Paints beneath the torrid ray;

Bid the red-browed forest-ranger

Hail it, ere he fades away.

2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature,

Dark in spirit, though they be,

Show that light to every creature--

Prince or vassal, bond or free:

Lo! they haste to every nation:

Host on host the ranks supply:

Onward! Christ is your salvation,

And your death is victory.

The heathen perish; day by day,

Thousands on thousands pass away!

O Christians, to their rescue fly,

Preach Jesus to them ere they die!

2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give,

Yea, life itself, that they may live,

What hath your Savior done for you?

And what for him will ye not do?

3 Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth,

Call in the South, wake up the North,

From every clime, from sun to sun,

Gather God's children into one!

Look from thy sphere of endless day,

O God of mercy and of might!

In pity look on those who stray,

Benighted, in this land of light.

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,

In crowded mart, by stream or sea,

How many of the sons of men

Hear not the message sent from thee!

3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call

The thoughtless young, the hardened old,

A scattered, homeless flock, till all

Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.

4 Send them thy mighty word to speak,

Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart,

To awe the bold, to stay the weak,

And bind and heal the broken heart.

5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,

That make us sadden as we gaze,

Shall grow with living waters green,

And lift to heaven the voice of praise.

Go, messenger of peace and love,

To people plunged in shades of night,

Like angels sent from fields above,

Be thine to shed celestial light.

2 Go to the hungry--food impart;

To paths of peace the wand'rer guide,

And lead the thirsty, panting heart,

Where streams of living water glide.

3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil,

When harvest waits the reaper's hand:

Go, gather in the glorious spoil,

And joyous in his presence stand.

4 Thy love a rich reward shall find

From him who sits enthroned on high:

For they who turn the erring mind

Shall shine like stars above the sky.

Ascend thy throne, almighty King,

And spread thy glories all abroad;

Let thine own arm salvation bring,

And be thou known the gracious God.

2 Let millions bow before thy seat,

Let humble mourners seek thy face,

Bring daring rebels to thy feet,

Subdued by thy victorious grace.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Behold, the heathen waits to know

The joy the gospel will bestow;

The exiled captive to receive

The freedom Jesus has to give.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Yes, we trust the day is breaking;

Joyful times are near at hand;

God, the mighty God, 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

God, the Savior, is preparing

Means to spread his truth abroad,

Ev'ry language

Soon shall tell the love of God.

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 God 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.

Great God! 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.

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.

Our country's voice is pleading,

Ye men of God, 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 shore,

Christ's precious gospel taking,

More rich than golden ore;

On Allegheny's mountains,

Through all the western vale,

Beside Missouri's fountains,

Rehearse 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.

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 God we love,

And thousand hearts ascending

In gratitude 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."

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.

See the flag of Jesus

O'er the earth unfurled!

Sabbath-schools are singing,

All around the world;

Sunday-schools in China,

India and Japan,

Training souls for glory,

By the gospel plan.

CHO.--Lift the cross of Jesus,

Bear the Bible on;

Soon the world will echo,

With the vict'ry won.

See the flag of Jesus,

O'er the earth unfurled!

Sunday-schools are singing,

All around the world.

2 Little Indian diamonds,

Precious island pearls;

Learning Bible lessons,

Happy boys and girls.

Afric's gold dust scattered,

Neath the feet of wrong,

Rises up in brightness,

From the darkness long.

3 Sunday-schools are singing,

France and Spain and Rome;

Hear their joyous music,

Songs of heaven and home.

Where the martyrs suffered,

Holy seed is spread;

Gather up these rubies,

Dyed in life-blood red.

4 Sunday-schools in Chili,

Reaching down the coast;

Mexico is leading,

Gallant little host.

Glad Brazilian children,

Praise to God shall sing;

Far-off Patagonia

Answers Christ is King.

How beauteous on the mountains,

The feet of him that brings,

Like streams from living fountains,

Good tidings of good things;

That publisheth salvation,

And jubilee release,

To ev'ry tribe and nation,

God's reign of joy and peace.

2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman!

And shout from Zion's towers,

Thy hallelujah chorus--

"The victory is ours!"

The Lord shall build up Zion

In glory and renown,

And Jesus, Judah's lion,

Shall wear his rightful crown.

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness;

Oh, waste Jerusalem!

Let songs, instead of sadness,

Thy jubilee proclaim;

The Lord in strength victorious,

Upon thy foes hath trod;

Behold, oh, earth! the glorious

Salvation of our God.