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MORN hath dawned on Afric's night,
Through a thousand opened doors Loud the
for succour pours: Lord ! increase a thousand-fold Labourers patient, wise, and bold.
In the shadow of thy hand
Gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
With thy truth the nations bless; Sow the earth with righteousness; Be the warrior's banner furled ; Love and meekness fill the world !
(Written for use at the Annual Prayer-meetings of the Society for
Irish Church Missions to Roman Catholics.)
O FATHER, who hast showed us light,
Our Ebenezer here we raise,
In one glad hymn of fervent praise.
Thou art our God, the Lord of lords ;
Accept our grateful sacrifice,
To that one Altar in the skies !
Great things for us thy hand hath done,
And yet for greater, Lord, we pray:
And wider spread the Gospel day.
Thy richest grace on Erin shower,
So make her glorious, great, and free:
And let her worship only Thee.
Grant us to wage the hallowed strife,
Refreshed with unction from above :
And speaking still the truth in love.
O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Now, from thy footstool and thy throne, From men, and from the angel-host,
Be thine the glory—thine alone!
OLD AND NEW YEAR.
For thy mercy and thy grace,
Lo! our sins on Thee we cast,
Dark the future : let thy light
In our weakness and distress,