She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
May they rest in peace,
In peace forever rest!

2 By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there!
May they rest in peace,

In peace forever rest!

1 SOUND the loud timbrel, o'er Egypt's dark seaJehovah has triumphed, his people are free. Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken,

His chariot, his horsemen, all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting, the Lord hath but spoken,

And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave! Sound the loud timbrel, o'er Egypt's dark sea, Jehovah has triumphed, his people are free.

Praise for the victory, praise to the Lord,
His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword!
Who shall return to tell Egypt the story,

Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? The Lord hath looked out from his pillar of glory,

And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel, o'er Egypt's dark sea, Jehovah has triumphed, his people are free.

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NICOLL.

God save the Poor.

1 LORD, from thy blessed throne,
Sorrow look down upon!

God save the Poor;
Teach them true liberty,
Make them from tyrants free,
Let their homes happy be!
God save the Poor!!

2 The arms of wicked men
Do Thou with might restrain,—
God save the Poor!

Raise Thou their lowliness,
Succor Thou their distress,

Thou whom the meanest bless!
God save the Poor!

3 Give them stanch honesty,
Let their pride manly be,

God save the Poor!
Help them to hold the right,
Give them both truth and might,
Lord of all life and light,

God save the Poor.

H. WARE.

To prayer, to prayer!
to prayer! for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker's smile awakes;
His light is on all below and above,
The light of gladness, and life and love:

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O then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.

To prayer! for the day that God has blest,
Comes tranquilly on with its solemn rest;
It speaks of creation's early bloom;

It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb:
Then summon the spirit's exalted powers,
And devote to heaven the hallowed hours.

8 Awake, awake, and gird up thy strength, To join Christ's holy band at length;

To Him who unceasing love displays,

Whom the powers of nature unceasingly praise;
To Him thy heart and powers be given,
For a life of prayer is the life of heaven.

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