P. M. H. WARE, JR.
The Progress of Freedom.
1 OPPRESSION shall not always reign;
There comes a brighter day,
When freedom, burst from every chain,
Shall have triumphant way.
Then right shall over might prevail,
And truth, like hero armed in mail,
The hosts of tyrant wrong assail,
And hold eternal sway.
2 What voice shall bid the progress stay,
Of truth's victorious car?
What arm arrest the growing day,
Or quench the solar star?
What reckless soul, though stout and strong, Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong, Oppression's guilty night prolong,
And freedom's morning bar?
3 The hour of triumph comes apace,
The fated, promised hour,
When earth upon a ransomed race
Her bounteous gifts shall shower.
Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell!
Bid high thy sacred banner swell!
Let trump on trump the triumph tell
Of Heaven's redeeming power.
699. 8 & 7s. M.
Christian Charity.
1 LORD of all, we bow before thee,
Pouring out our thoughts in song;
May we feel, while we adore thee,
That to thee all things belong;
Every hour thy love attends us,
And amidst each outward ill,
Thou art ready to befriend us,
To protect and guide us still.
2 May we, all these joys possessing,
Think of those who have them not,
And amid each earthly blessing,
Let not others be forgot;
Those are round us bowed in anguish,
Fond hopes crushed, and hearts betrayed,
Who mid want and sickness languish,
Perishing for lack of aid.
3 By the Truth that Jesus taught us,
By the Life that he made sure,
By the Gospel that he brought us,
Let us aid and love the poor;
Let us seek each haunt of sadness,
Where sits famine and despair,
Till each heart is filled with gladness,
And each soul is raised in prayer.
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Active Benevolence.
1 IN the morning sow thy seed,
Nor at eve withhold thy hand;
Who can tell which may succeed,
Or if both alike shall stand,
And a glorious harvest bear
To reward the sower's care?
2 Sow it 'mid the crowded street-
Lanes and alleys, dark and foul,
Where the teeming masses meet--
Each with an immortal soul,
Sunk in deepest moral gloom,
Reckless of the coming doom.
3 Sow it 'mid the haunts of vice-
Scenes of infamy and crime;
Suddenly, may Paradise
Burst, as in the northern clime Spring, with all its verdant race, Starts from Winter's cold embrace.
4 Sow it with unsparing hand;
'Tis the kingdom's precious seed, 'Tis the Master's great command, And his grace shall crown the deed; He hath said, the precious grain Never shall be sown in vain.
For a Religious Festival.
1 Oн, God of Light and Love,
Look from thy throne above
And bliss impart;
While we as brothers meet,
Holding communion sweet,
Make thou our joy complete;
Bind heart to heart.
2 And as the opening Spring
From the brown earth will bring
Flowers into birth:
So may thy truth be heard,
So by thy glorious word
May every soul be stirred,
O'er all the earth.
3 God bless the Christian band
Who, through our wide-spread land,
Go forth in might;
Where western rivers blend,
Where ancient forests bend,
May they the Truth defend,
And scatter light.
4 And o'er the ocean wide,
Of the Atlantic tide,
Bless those we love;
Touch them with holy flame,
As, in Jehovah's name,
They to the world proclaim
Truth from above.
5 Great God, with heavenly power,
Fill thou this festal hour;
Make us as one;
May we united be,
Keep us from error free,
True to thy Word and Thee,-
True to thy Son.
1 O LORD of life, and truth, and grace,
Ere nature was begun!
Make welcome to our erring race
Thy Spirit and thy Son.
2 We hail the church, built high o'er all
The heathens' rage and scoff;
Thy Providence its fenced wall,-
"The Lamb the light thereof."
3 Thy Christ hath reached his heavenly seat, Through sorrows and through scars;
The golden lamps are at his feet,
And in his hand the stars.*
4 O, may he walk among us here,
With his rebuke and love,-
A brightness o'er this lower sphere,
A ray from worlds above.
703. C. M.
Dedication Hymn.
10 THOU, whose own vast temple stands,
Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.
2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to bide,
The peace that dwelleth, without end,
Securely by thy side.
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