1006.,

1007.

3. These are the living lights
That from your bold, green heights
Shall shine afar,

Till they who name the name
Of Freedom, to the flame

Come, as the Magi came

Toward Bethlehem's star.

6s & 4s.

1. GONE are those great and good
Who here, in peril, stood
And raised their hymn.
Peace to the reverend dead!
The light, that on their head
Two hundred years have shed,
Shall ne'er grow dim.

2. Ye temples, that to God
Rise where our fathers trod,
Guard well your trust―
The faith, that dared the sea,
The truth, that made them free,
Their cherished purity,

Their garnered dust.

3. Thou high and holy One,
Whose care for sire and son

All nature fills;

While day shall break and close,
While night her crescent shows,
O, let Thy light repose

On these our hills!

S. M.

PIERPONT.

PIERPONT.

1. THE breaking waves dash'd high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed;

And the heavy night hung dark

The hills and waters o'er,

When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.

2. Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted, came;
Not with roll of the stirring drums,

And the trumpet that sings of fame ;
Not as the flying come,

In silence and in fear;

They shook the depths of the desert gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.

3. Amid the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea!

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free,

The ocean eagle soared

From his nest by the white wave's foam,
And the rocking pines of the forest roared-
This was their welcome home!

4. What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?

The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith's pure shrine!

Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod!

They have left unstained what there they found-
Freedom to worship God.

MRS. HEMANS.

1. RISE, crowned with light, imperial Salem rise!
Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes;
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day.

2. See a long race thy spacious courts adorn;
See future sons and daughters yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies.

3. See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in Thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars, thronged with prostrate kings,
While every land its joyous tribute brings.
4. The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fixed His word, His saving power remains;
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.

10s.

POPE.

1009. 1. POUR, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man! Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll: Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, And make one brotherhood from pole to pole. 2. On, piercing Gospel, on! of every heart, In every latitude, thou own'st the key; From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start, With all their treasures first unlocked by thee. 3. Spread, mighty Gospel, spread thy soaring wings! Gather thy scattered ones from every land: Call home the wanderers to the King of kings; Proclaim them all thine own;—'t is Christ's command!

ASHWORTH.

1. RESTORE, O Father! to our times restore
The peace which filled Thine infant church of yore:
Ere lust of power had sown the seeds of strife,
And quenched the new-born charities of life.
2. O, never more may different judgments part
From kindly sympathy a brother's heart!
But, linked in one, believing thousands kneel,
And share with each the sacred joy they feel.
3. From soul to soul, quick as the sunbeam's ray,
Let concord spread one universal day;
And faith by love leads all mankind to Thee,
Parent of peace, and Fount of harmony!

BEARD'S COLL.

1. Gon, the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest

Thunder Thy clarion, and lightning Thy sword;
Show forth Thy pity on high where Thou reignest,
Give to us peace in our time, O Lord.

2. God, the Omnipotent! mighty Avenger,
Watching invisible, judging unheard;
Save us in mercy, O save us from danger,
Give to us peace in our time, O Lord.
3. God, the all-merciful! earth hath forsaken
Thy ways all holy, and slighted Thy word;
But not Thy wrath in its terror awaken,
Give to us pardon and peace, O Lord.

4. So will Thy people with thankful devotion,
Praise Him who saved them from peril and

sword;

Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean,

1012.

Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord.

11s & 10s.

1. Down the dark future, through long generations, The sounds of war grow fainter, and then cease; And like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,

I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace!" 2. Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals, The blast of war's great organ shakes the skies: But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.

1013.

10s.

LONGFELLOW.

1. FATHER divine! this deadening power control,
Which to the senses binds the immortal soul;
O, break this bondage, Lord! I would be free,
And in my soul would find my heaven in Thee.

2. My heaven in Thee! O God, no other heaven
To the immortal soul can e'er be given;
O, let Thy kingdom now within me come,
And as above, so here, Thy will be done!
3. My heaven in Thee, O Father, let me find,
My heaven in Thee, within a heart resigned;
No more, of heaven and bliss, my soul, despair;
For where my God is found, my heaven is there.

1014.

1015.

S. M.

1. LORD Jesus come! for here

Our path through wilds is laid;
We watch, as for the day-spring near,
Amid the breaking shade.

2. Lord Jesus, come! for hosts
Meet on the battle-plain;

Our holiest hopes seem vainest boasts,
And tears are shed like rain.

3. Lord Jesus, come! the slave
Still bears his heavy chains;
Their daily bread the hungry crave,
While teem the fruitful plains.

4. Hark! herald voices near

Lead on Thy happier day;

Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear!
We wait to strew Thy way.

S. M.

MISS MARTINEAU.

1. HUSH the loud cannon's roar,

The frantic warrior's call!

Why should the earth be drenched with gore?
Are we not brothers all?

2. Want, from the wretch depart!

Chains, from the captive fall!

Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor's heart-
Sufferers are brothers all.