Faith in Christ.

XIX.

G. W. DOANE.

'Tis the promise of Christ-to the poor shall be

giv'n,

And humble, and contrite, the kingdom of Heav'n; And who would not toil through this pathway of pain,

And who would not suffer, such promise to gain!

Bear up, then, my soul, 'mid the darkness and storm,

Nor shrink from the strife, though terrific its formThere is One that shall guide thee, and guard thee from harm,

Whose eye is unerring, unconquer❜d His arm.

To the contrite and faithful the promise is sure, And salvation is pledg'd to the souls that endure; And the crown and the sceptre shall be their reward,

Who have manfully stood on the side of the Lord.

Duty of the Free.

XX.

RISE, freemen, rise! the call goes
List to the high command-
Obedience to the word of God,
Throughout this mighty land.

forth;

Rise, free the slave! oh, burst his chains! His fetters cast ye down;

Let virtue be your country's pride,

Her diadem and crown,—

That the blest day may soon arrive,

When equal all shall be,
And freedom's banner waving high
Proclaim that all are free.

Duty of the Free.

XXI.

E. M. CHANDLER.

Think of the slave in your hours of glee,
Ye who are treading life's flowery way ;
Nought but its rankling thorns has he,

Nought but the gloom of its wintry day.

Home.

Think of the slave in your hours of wo-
What are your sorrows to that he bears?
Quenching the light of his bosom's glow,
With a life-long stain of gushing tears.

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Think of the slave in your hours of prayer,
When worldly thoughts in your hearts are dim;
Offer you thanks for the bliss ye share,
But pray for a brighter lot for him.

Home.

XXII.*

W. J. SNELLING.

GREAT God, if the humble and weak are as dear To thy love as the proud, to thy children give ear! Our brethren would drive us in deserts to roam; Forgive them, O Father, and keep us at home. Home, sweet home!

We know no other; this, this is our home.

Here, here our loved mothers, released from their toils

To watch o'er our cradles and joy in our smiles;

* This Hymn is expressive of the sentiments of our colored brethren with regard to the wild and cruel scheme of the American Colcnization Society.

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Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.

Here the bones of our fathers lie buried; and here Are friends, wives, and children, ay, all we hold dear.

Here is law, here is learning, and here we may

move,

Most merciful God, in the light of thy love. Boasts Afric such blessings? Oppressors, declare ! Oh no, we may seek but shall not find them there.

Columbia, dear land of our birthright! may He, Who made us a people, rain blessings on thee! From thy bosom no pleading shall tempt us to roam; Till force drive us from it, this, this is our home. Home, sweet home,

Till force drive us from it, this, this is our home.

Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.

XXIII.

FELICIA HEMANS.

THE breaking waves dash'd high

On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd;

Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.

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And the heavy night hung dark,

The hills and waters o'er,

When a band of exiles moor'd their bark

On the wild New England shore.

New England,

PERCIVAL.

Hail to the land whereon we tread,
Our fondest boast;

The sepulchre of mighty dead,
The truest hearts that ever bled,

Who sleep on glory's brightest bed,
A fearless host;

No slave is here; our unchained feet
Walk freely as the waves that beat
Our coast.

There is no other land like thee,
No dearer shore;

Thou art the shelter of the free;
The home, the port of Liberty,
Thou hast been, and shalt ever be,
Till time is o'er.

Ere I forget to think upon

My land, shall mother curse the son
She bore.

Thou art the firm, unshaken rock,
On which we rest;

And, rising from thy hardy stock,

Thy sons the tyrant's frown shall mock,

And Slavery's galling chains unlock,
And free the oppressed :

All, who the wreath of Freedom twine
Beneath the shadow of their vine,

Are blessed.