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Redemption of Israel.

Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;

Say to the south, Give up thy charge,
And keep not back, O north!'

They come, they come ;-thine exiled bands

Where'er they rest or roam,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,

And hasten to their home.

Even for this hour thy heart's blood streamed !
They come !-the host of the redeemed!

What flames upon the distant sky?
'Tis not the comet's sanguine dye,
"T is not the lightning's quivering spire,
'T is not the sun's ascending fire.
And now, as nearer speeds their march
Expands the rainbow's mighty arch;
Though there has burst no thundercloud,
No flash of death the soil has ploughed,
And still ascends before their gaze,
Arch upon arch, the lovely blaze;
Still as the gorgeous clouds unfold,
Rise towers and domes, immortal mould.
Whose city this? What potentate
Sits there the King of Time and Fate,
Whom glory covers with a robe,
Whose sceptre shakes the solid globe,
To whom archangels bow the knee?
The weeper of Gethsemane !

Down in the dust! ay, Christian kneel!
For now thy whithered heart must feel!
Ay, let thy wan cheek burn like flame;
There sits thy glory and thy shame!

Where is thy Brother.

What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the faces of the poor? saith the Lord God of hosts.'-Isaiah.

VII.

E. L. FOLLEN.

WHAT mean ye that ye

bruise and bind

My people, saith the Lord,

And starve your craving brother's mind,
That asks to hear my word?

What mean ye that ye make them toil
Through long and dreary years,
And shed like rain upon your soil
Their blood and bitter tears?

What mean ye that ye dare to rend
The tender mother's heart;

Brothers from sisters, friend from friend,
How dare you bid them part?

What

mean ye,

when God's bounteous hand

To you so much has given,

That from the slave who tills your land

You keep both earth and heaven ?

Prayer for Emancipation.

When at the judgment God shall call,
Where is thy brother? say,

What mean ye to the Judge of all,
To answer on that day?

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Monthly Concert of Prayer for Emancipation.

VIII.

M. W. CHAPMAN.

OH, God of Freedom! bless, this night,*
The steadfast hearts that toil as one,
Till thy sure law of truth and right,
Alike in heaven and earth, be done.

A piercing voice of grief and wrong,
Goes upward from the groaning earth!
Oh true and holy Lord! how long?
In majesty and might come forth!

Yet, Lord, remembering mercy too,
Behold the oppressor in his sin;
Make all his actions just and true,
Renew his wayward heart within.

*The last Monday night of every month.

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Prayer of the Liberator.

From thee let righteous purpose flow,
And find in every heart its home,
Till tru and judgment reign below,
And here, on earth, thy kingdom come.

Prayer of the Liberator.

IX:

WESLEY.

STEEL me to shame, reproach, disgrace ;
Arm me with all thine armor now;
Set like a flint my steady face,
Harden to adamant my brow.

Bold may I wax, exceeding bold,
My high commission to perform,
Nor shrink the harshest truths to unfold,
But more than meet the gathering storm.

Adverse to earth's rebellious throng,

Still may I turn my

fearless face;

Stand as an iron pillar, strong,

And steadfast through thy strength'ning grace.

Give me thy might, thou God of power,

Then, let or men or fiends assail,

Strong in thy strength, I'll stand, a tower,
Till light and liberty prevail.

Morning.

X.

G. W. DOANE.

THE shades of night are flitting fast,
The golden east is streak'd with day,
And now O Lord of life and light,
With thankful hearts to thee we pray.

KEBLE.

OH! timely happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arise !
Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new!

New every morning is the love

Our wakening and uprising prove;

Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.

New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;

New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

If on our daily course our mind

Be set to hallow all we find,

New treasures still, of countless price,

God will provide for sacrifice.