439.

8, 7, & 4s. M.

* MONTGOMERY

SLAVERY.

1 AGES, ages have departed,
Since the first dark vessel bore
Afric's children, broken-hearted,
To this far-off western shore;
She, like Rachel,

Weeping, for they were no more.

2 Millions, millions have been slaughtered
In the fight and on the deep;
Millions, millions more have watered,
With such tears as captives weep,
Fields of labor

Where their wasted bodies sleep.

3 Mercy, mercy, vainly pleading,

Rends her garments, smites her breast,
Till a voice from heaven proceeding
Gladden all the waiting west:

"Come, ye weary!
Come, and I will give you rest!"

4 Tidings, tidings of salvation!
Brothers, rise with one accord,
Purge the plague-spot from our nation,
Till, unto their rights restored,
Slaves no longer,

All are freemen in the Lord!

440.

P. M.

WATCH FOR THE MORNING.

* MONTGOMERY.

1 CLIMB we the mountain afar,
In the still hour of even;
Led by yon beautiful star,

First of the daughters of heaven:
Darkness yet covers the face of the deep;
Spirit of freedom! go forth in thy might,
Break the slave's bondage like infancy's sleep,
The moment when God shall say, Let there
be light!

2 Gaze we meanwhile for the day, Praying in thought while we gaze; Watch for the morning's first ray; Prayer then be turned into praise! Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn, Long, long desired, but denied to our sight; Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born The word was omnipotent, and there is light!

;

WHITTIER.

MERCY AND NOT SACRIFICE.

1 O THOU, at whose rebuke, the grave Back to warm life the sleeper gave, Who, waking, saw with joy, above, A brother's face of tenderest love;

2 Thou, unto whom the blind and lame, The sorrowing, and the sin-sick came; The burden of thy holy faith

Was love and life, not hate and death.

3 O, once again thy healing lay
On the blind eyes which know thee not,
And let the light of thy pure day
Shine in upon the darkened thought!

4 O, touch the hearts of men, and show
The power which in forbearance lies;
And let them feel that Mercy now
Is better than old Sacrifice!

442.

L. M.

* MRS. LIVERmore.

REDEEMING POWER OF LOVE.

1 WHAT precept, Jesus, is like thine,Forgive, as ye would be forgiven! In this we see the power divine,

Which shall transform our earth to heaven.

2 O, not the harsh and scornful word

The victory over sin can gain,
Not the dark prison, or the sword,
The shackle, or the weary chain.

a But from our spirits there must flow
A love that will the wrong outweigh;
Our lips must only blessings know,
And wrath and sin shall die away.

4 'Twas heaven that formed the holy plan
To win the wanderer back by love;
Thus let us save our brother, man,
And imitate our God above.

IX. MISCELLANEOUS.

443.

C. M.

TEACHING LITTLE CHILDREN.

1 O, SAY not, think not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain,

KEBLE.

That the young mind at random floats,
And cannot reach the strain.

2 Was not our Lord a little child,
Taught by degrees to pray,
By father dear and mother mild
Instructed day by day?

3 And loved he not of heaven to talk
With children in his sight,
To meet them in his daily walk,
And to his arms invite?

4 And though some tones be weak and low, What are all prayers beneath,

But cries of babes, that cannot know
Half the deep thought they breathe?

5 In his own words we Christ adore;
But angels, as we speak,
Higher above our meaning soar
Than we o'er children weak.

6 And yet his words mean more than they,
And yet he owns their praise;
O, think not that he turns away
From infants' simple lays!

444.

C. M.

THE HOLY CHILD.

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!

HEBER.

How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2 Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God!

3 O Thou who giv'st us life and breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own!

445.

C. M.

FLINT'S COLL.

SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME.

1 SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand
With all-engaging charms!

2

Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms!

"Suffer the little ones," he says,

66 'Forbid them not to come;

Of such is heaven; and souls like these
Shall find in heaven their home."