Scripture Verse

I will bring thy seed from the east, and gather thee from the west. I will say to the north, Give up, and to the south, Keep not back: bring my sons from far, and my daughters from the ends of the earth. Isaiah 43:5–6

Introduction

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Thomas Kelly (1769–1855)

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),

Lyrics

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.