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 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, Duty of the Free. XXI. E. M. CHANDLER. Think of the slave in your hours of glee, Nought but the gloom of its wintry day. Home. Think of the slave in your hours of wo- 41 Think of the slave in your hours of prayer, 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. 42 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. 43 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, The sepulchre of mighty dead, Who sleep on glory's brightest bed, No slave is here; our unchained feet There is no other land like thee, Thou art the shelter of the free; Ere I forget to think upon My land, shall mother curse the son Thou art the firm, unshaken rock, And, rising from thy hardy stock, Thy sons the tyrant's frown shall mock, And Slavery's galling chains unlock, All, who the wreath of Freedom twine Are blessed. |