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The Last Night of Slavery.

As thou of old to Miriam's hand,
The thrilling timbrel did'st restore,
And to the joyful song her land
Echoed from desert to the shore-

Oh let thy smitten ones again

Take up the chorus of the free ;
Praise ye the Lord! his power proclaim,
For he hath triumphed gloriously!'

The Last Night of Slavery.

CXVII.

LET the floods clap their hands!
Let the mountains rejoice!

Let all the glad lands

Breathe a jubilant voice :

The sun that now sets on the waves of the sea, Shall gild with his rising the land of the Free.

Let the islands be glad,
For their King in his might,
Who his glory bath clad

With a garment of light;

In the waters the beams of his chambers hath laid, And in the green waters his pathway hath made.

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No more shall the deep

Lend its awe-stricken waves
In their caverns to steep

Its wild burden of slaves :

The Lord sitteth King;—sitteth King on the flood, He heard, and hath answered the voice of their blood.

Dispel the blue haze,

Golden fountain of morn!

With meridian blaze

The wide ocean adorn!

The sunlight has touched the glad waves of the

sea,

And day now illumines the land of the Free.

Hymn for the Boston* Monthly Concert.

OXVIII.

M. W. CHAPMAN.

Through all the three-hilled city now,
Swell high the voice of prayer and praise!

Though the perpetual hills do bow,'

Yet everlasting are Thy ways.

*Originally called Trimountain.

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Praise to God.

Oh! yet, as in thine ancient day,
Thy word is truth, Thy will is love;
Thy law is FREEDOM-to obey
That glorious gospel from above!

Praise to God.

CXIX.

WATTS.

FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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ASSEMBLED at thy great command
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve
Awake, Jerusalem, awake.
Awake, my people, saith your God
Among the assemblies of the great
All men are equal in their birth

BLOW ye the trumpet abroad o'er the sea P. M.
Benignant Saviour! 't was not thine
Blest be the tie that binds

Break every yoke, the Gospel cries
Brethren, while we sojourn here

COME let us leave the vain, the proud
Come christian brethren, ere we part
Come let us anew our journey pursue
Come let us search our way and see
Children of the glorious dead
Christ had his sorrows

DAUGHTER of Zion! from the dust
Deem not that they are blessed alone
Daughters of the pilgrim sires
Daughters of pity, tune the lay

EQUIP me for the war

Exert thy power, thy rights maintain

FROM Georgia's Southern mountains .
From north to south, from east to west .
From foes that would the land devour
From every clime beneath the skies
From all that dwell below the skies
Father, give us power and love
Father of heaven and earth

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Great God! if the humble and weak &c.

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Go forth to the mount, bring &c.

God of Israel's faithful three

God gave to Afric's sons

God made the world-in every land.

God of love, that hearest prayer

HAIL to the Lord's annointed

Heard ye the mighty rushing

How happy is he, born or taught.
Here freedom's life-cry taught the brave
Hark! the song of Jubilee

Hark! I hear a voice of anguish

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