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2 Angels, strike the golden lyre !
Mortals, catch the heavenly fire !
Millions yet our pledge shall save!
Save from sorrow, shame and death-
Save the husband, children, wife!
Mighty is the truth we bear!
SARGENT The Same. 1 SLAVERY and death the
contains ; Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl! Softer than silk are iron chains
Compared with those that chafe the soul. 2 Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing,
Whose power the giant fiend obeys.
For happier homes and brighter days! 3 Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,
Nor leave the broken heart unbound:
The orphan clasps a father found ! 4 Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind;
Till man no more shall deem it just
Couches, pressed in sleepless woe,
Father, may we never know!
To our thirsting lips be pressed,
The cold water thou hast blessed.
This, make all our stores increase;
Bind us in the bonds of peace.
Water-brook and crystal spring,
Thanks, our daily tribute, bring.
O Lord, thy blessing we implore;
From this to earth's remotest shore.
And filled with joy, and love, and fear,
While seeking heaven, to serve thee here. 3 Pity, O God, the heedless wretch,
Who staggers to a dreadful grave;
4 Breathe upon those who scorn our cause
Thy cause, O Lord, for thou hast blest;
Who loves his God and neighbor best.
MRS. SIGOURNES. The Upas Tree. 1 THERE sprang a tree of deadly name:
Its poisonous breath, its baleful dew
And every plant of mercy slew.
Their fearful fruits of sin and woe;
And toiled its fiery seeds to sow.
The hand of zeal at noon-day wrought;
The children of the cross besought. 4 Behold the axe its pride doth wound;
Through its cleft boughs the sun doth shine; Its blasted blossoms strew the ground:
Give glory to the arm divine.
From isle to isle, from sea to sea,
To root that deadly Upas Tree.
J. G. ADAMS
Of joy and peace divine,
hearts new strength have taken,
Its beaming revelations
Are shed in mercy far ;
The glorious Temperance star!
Life, life has come again;
Swell high the choral strain !
In sin's destructive way;
That night to blissful day!
In humble praise to thee,
The spared, the blest, the free;
Our Temple dedicate
In Man regenerate!
As o'er the ark of old ;
In our great strife wax cold.
For each successful blow,
All temples here below!
6s. & 4s. M.
And while her palm trees bud,
Be mingled more.
The thirst for gold;
Bound, bleeding, sold?
By Christians wrought ?
Christians have bought!
Away all cords,
The Lord of lords?
For steadfast hearts to toil as one;
Thy will in heaven and earth be done.
Goes upward from the groaning earth;