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And let the prince of Hell
God's word, for all their craft and force,
One moment will not linger,
And though they take our life,
Martin Luther. 1483- 1501.
TO COLONEL ROBERT G. SWAW.
OFAIR-HAIRED Northern hero,
Sweep downwards, holy angels,
In legions dazzling bright,
Before Chrift's throne of light.
The Mafter, who remembers
The cross, the thorns, the spear,
Smiles on the risen freedmen,
And thou, young, generous spirit,
What will thy welcome be?
Thou haft done it unto me!"
Mrs. R. C. IVaterJlon.
CA O to the grave in all thy glorious prime,
The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour.
Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease;
Reft on thy fheaves; thy harveft-tafk is done; Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,
Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.
Go to the grave; for there thy Saviour lay
And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,
Go to the grave ; — no; take thy seat above;
Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou for faith and hope haft perfeft love,
And open vifion for the written word.
J. Montgomery. 1803-1853.
OHOLY Father, juft and true
Thanksgiving and eternal praise!
We veil the eye, we bend the knee,
For thou haft heard, O God of right,
And ftretched for him the arm of might,
The laborer fits beneath his vine,
The fhackled soul and hand are free; —
Thanksgiving ! — for the work is thine!
Speed on thy work, Lord God of hofts!
And when the bondsman's chain is riven,
The anthem of the free to heaven,
As with thy cloud and fire before,
Be praise and glory evermore.
J. G. Whittier.
PREPARE YE THE WAY OF THE LORD.
AVOICE from the desert comes awful and fhrill;
Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven,
The beams of salvation his progress illume,
Drummond. 15 8 5 - 1649.
OPPRESSION fhall not always reign;
Shall have triumphant way.
What voice fhall bid the progress ftay
Of truth's victorious car?
Or quench the solar ftar?
And freedom's morning bar?
The hour of triumph comes apace,