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Salvation, O Salvation,

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till all in every station
Shall learn Messiah's name.

Ye masters, tell his story,
And you ye heralds, preach,
And to the slave His glory,

Let every Christian teach,-
Till from our ransomed nature,
The chains of bondage fall,

And Jesus only Master

Shall freely reign o'er all.

Envocation of the Abolitionists.

XXXI.

HENRY HART MILMAN.

Он, Jesus! by the mortal pains we bear, And by the galling chains, and garb of shame we

wear,

Sad son of Mary! are thy children known. And by our flesh with ruthless scourges torn, By unrelenting man's insatiate hate and scorn, Crucified Saviour! are we not thine own?

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Oh, man of sorrows! and with grief acquainted! Along the paths of woe, like thine, our feet have fainted;

And anguish soon shall stay our parting breath, And soon, our tortured limbs, like thine, be cold in death.

Oh, Jesus! by the strength thou givest still, And by our cheerful scorn of infamy and ill,

Son of the highest! are thy children known. By all the exulting joy we inly feel Beneath the lictor's stroke or headsman's heavy steel,

Triumphant Saviour! are we not thine own? Oh, Lord of glory! to the sire ascended! Like thine, our anguish soon shall be in rapture ended!

And we shall stand, the starry host among, And round the sapphire throne, swell high the hosanna song.

The Duty of Rebuke.

Who is he that will harm you if ye be followers of that which is good?'-Peter 1. iii. Chap. 13th Verse.

XXXII.

ANNE W. WESTON.

Is it not good to mourn for those
Crushed down by Slavery's iron hand,
And feel, while numbering o'er their woes,
Strength for the just and true to stand?

Is it not good to say to those
Who claim a right in human kind,
'Mercy and justice are your foes
And certain triumph shall they find?'

Is it not good to say to those
Who call not robbery a wrong,
Within whose breast no pity glows,
'Can ye indeed to God belong?'

Is it not good to say to all,
'Arise for the forsaken slave,
Upon your God for courage call,

And in His strength go forth and save?'

Sabbath Musings.

Lord! this is all we seek to do;
Grant us thy grace to do it well;
Grant us thy glory to pursue,
And fondly of thy truth to tell.

What then shall harm us? In the end
Each sorrow shall a good appear,
And every trial thou shalt send
But bring our jubilee more near.

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Sabbath Musings.

XXXIII.

BOWRING.

COME, let us leave the vain, the proud,
The ambitious, and the worldly-wise;
Pomp's revels, turbulent and loud
And pleasure's tempting vanities:

And let our hallowed converse be
Of Him who reared the mountains high,
Poured out the waters of the sea,
Painted the flowers, and arched the sky.
'Tis thus we feel and hear and see
Thoughts, hopes and joys to angels given—
Those chains of strengthening sympathy,
Which link the earthly soul to heaven.

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Parting Hymn.

It travels o'er the vast abyss

Of space and time, and joys to see
The pregnant future bright with bliss,
And love, and joy, and liberty.

Then bending down to earth again,
Full of glad hope-'t is trained to bear
The lightened weight of mortal pain:
The passing storm of earthly care.

Parting Hymu.

XXXIV.

HENRY KIRKE WHITE.

COME, Christian brethren! ere we part,
Join every voice and every heart,

Evening Hymn.

KEBLE.

'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

In darkness and in weariness

The traveller on his way must press,