So, whene'er the signal's given Reign with Christ in endless day! MISSIONARY HYMN.* Go! destined vessel, heavenly freighted, go! Jesus, thy Guardian, walks the briny wave, Or on the whirlwind rides and rules the storm; Black gathering tempests, awed by His command, The Lord of elements is Lord of men, He stills the menace of the hostile mind; Lo! India's tawny sons incline the ear, Proclaim the cross, His banner lifted high, And bid a guilty world find refuge there; share. the first Missionaries were sent to America, in 1772, by the Countess of Hunting. *These lines, printed from the original MS., were written by Mr. Shirley, when don, under the Rev. Wm. Percy as their President. Gleams the glad morn! arise, O King of kings! Then, big with conquest, bring Thy glories down; EASTER HYMN.* FROM heaven the loud, th' angelic song began, Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway, Ye princes, rulers, powers, obey, And low before His footstool fall. The deed was done; the Lamb was slain ; He rose, He lives, He lives to reign, Nor time shall shake His endless power. Riches, and all that deck the great, From worlds unnumbered hither bring; The tribute pour before His seat, And hail the triumphs of our King. Wisdom and strength are His alone; He raised the top-stone, shouting Grace; Honour has built His lofty throne, And glory shines upon His face. From heaven, from earth, loud bursts of praise Blessings that earth to glory raise; * The music of this piece is by Millgrove. Higher, still higher swell the strain ; WILLIAM SHRUBSOLE, SEN. WILLIAM SHRUBSOLE was born at Sandwich, on the 7th April, 1729. apprenticed to a shipwright at Sheerness. In 1743, he was About his twentieth year, he experienced a great spiritual change. He began to join a few persons for Scripture reading and prayer; he sub After a period of subordinate employment in sequently engaged in theological studies. He continued to retain Sheerness dockyard, he was appointed master-mastmaker in 1773that office till his death. In 1766, he undertook the ministry of an Sheerness. His pastoral services were much valued. He died on the 7th February, 1797, in his sixty-eighth year. In 1776, Mr. Shrubsole published "Christian Memoirs, a Review of the accompanied with a memoir of the author, by his son. The following hymn, by Mr. Shrubsole present state of Religion in England." A third edition of that first appeared in 1780. MISSIONARY HYMN. work was ARM of the Lord! awake! awake! Put on Thy strength, the nations shake; And let the world, adoring, see Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee. Say to the heathen from Thy throne, No more let human blood be spilt, But to each conscience be applied The blood that flow'd from Jesus' side. Arm of the Lord, Thy power extend ; published in 1957. Let Zion's time of favour come : Oh bring the tribes of Israel home: Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim WILLIAM SHRUBSOLE, JUN. WILLIAM SHRUBSOLE, jun., son of the preceding, was born at Sheerness, on the 21st November, 1759. He was originally employed as a shipwright. In 1785, he proceeded to London, and became a clerk in the accountants' division of the Bank of England. In the bank, his position gradually improved; he latterly held the responsible post of secretary of the committee of treasury. He connected himself with the principal religious and charitable associations in the metropolis, and occasionally contributed, both in prose and verse, to the publications of the Religious Tract Society. His death took place on the 23rd August, 1829. The following compositions of Mr. Shrubsole have been kindly supplied by a member of his family. In the collections, the two latter are attributed to others. LOOKING UNTO JESUS. IN all the paths my feet pursue While travelling to my heavenly rest, When with a weight of care I bend, In life's perplex'd and rugged road, When numerous snares beset my feet, Spread by the world, by sense and sin; Or feel a treacherous heart within, Jesus, my guide and helper be, And let me stay my soul on Thee. When duties on my languid mind No kindling of a heavenly flame, Should my breast heave with labouring sighs, Oppress'd with pain, o'ercharged with grief; Should joy be hidden from my eyes, And hope delay her sweet relief: Then, gracious Saviour, by me stay, And wipe the gushing tear away. Soon what will all the world avail,— Its hopes and fears, its joys and strife? A MISSIONARY HYMN. BRIGHT as the sun's meridian blaze, So, Jesus, let Thy kingdom come; Then shall the heathen, fill'd with awe, Then shall Thy lofty praise resound Shall stretch their eager arms to Thee. |