I will bring thy seed from the east, and gather thee from the west. I will say to the north,
Isaiah 43:5–6Give up,
and to the south, Keep not back: bring my sons from far, and my daughters from the ends of the earth.
Words: Thomas Kelly, Collection of Psalms and Hymns (Dublin: 1802), number 264, alt. (this collection has two entries numbered 264). The original text has seven stanzas and a first line of My soul, with sacred joy survey.
Music: Park Street Frederick M. A. Venua, circa 1810 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Venua (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Arise! arise, with joy survey
The glory of the latter day;
Already is the dawn begun,
Which marks at hand a rising sun,
Which marks at hand a rising sun.
Behold the way!
ye heralds, cry;
Spare not, but lift your voices high;
Convey the sound from pole to pole,
Glad tidings
to the captive soul,
Glad tidings
to the captive soul.
Behold the way!
to Zion’s hill:
Where Israel’s God delights to dwell!
He fixes there His lofty throne,
And calls the sacred place His own,
And calls the sacred place His own.
The north gives up—the south no more
Keeps back her consecrated store;
From east to west the message runs,
And even India yields her sons,
And even India yields her sons.