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Its beaming revelations
Are shed in mercy far;
A guide to all the nations-
The glorious Temperance star!

2 Hushed be that wail of sadness,
Life, life has come again;
Awake the song of gladness,
Swell high the choral strain!
The lost returns from straying
In sin's destructive way;
That curse is turned to praying,
That night to blissful day!

3 God of this day!

Our Father!

In humble praise to thee,
Within these walls we gather

The spared, the blest, the free;
To hail thy grace far-sounding-
Our Temple dedicate
To hope and life abounding
In Man regenerate!

4 Rest thou within it ever,
As o'er the ark of old;
And here, O may we never
In our great strife wax cold.
Nerve every arm and spirit
For each successful blow,
Till Temperance shall inherit
All temples here below!

6s. & 4s. M.

Prayer for the Abolition of Slavery.

1 WITH thy pure dews and rains,
Wash out, O God! the stains
From Afric's shore;

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And while her palm trees bud,
Let not her children's blood,
With her broad Niger's flood,
Be mingled more.

2 Quench, righteous God! the thirst,
That Congo's sons hath cursed-
The thirst for gold;

Shall not thy thunders speak,
Where Mammon's altars reek,
Where maids and matrons shriek,
Bound, bleeding, sold?

3 Hear'st thou, O God! those chains,
That clank on Freedom's plains,
By Christians wrought?

Those who these chains have worn,
Christians from home have torn,
Christians have hither borne,
Christians have bought!

4 Lord! wilt thou not, at last,
From thine own image cast
Away all cords,

Save those of love, which brings
Man, from his long wand'rings,
Back-to the King of kings,-
The Lord of lords?

For Faithfulness in the Cause of Human Freedom.

10 GOD of freedom! hear us pray

For steadfast hearts to toil as one;
Till thy pure law hath boundless sway-
Thy will in heaven and earth be done.

2 A piercing voice of grief and wrong
Goes upward from the groaning earth;
Most true and holy Lord! how long?-
In majesty and might come forth.

3 Yet, Lord! remembering mercy too,
Behold th' oppressor in his sin;
Make all his actions just and true,
Renew his wayward heart within.

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L. M.

Prayer for Zeal and Love.

ANONYMOUS

1 O LORD! whose forming hand one blood
To all the tribes and nations gave,
And giv'st to all their daily food,
Look down in pity on the slave!

2 Fetters and chains and stripes remove,
Deliv'rance to the captives give ;
And pour the tide of light and love
Upon their souls, and bid them live.

3 Oh! kindle in our hearts a flame
Of zeal, thy holy will to do;
And bid each one, who loves thy name,
Love all his bleeding brethren too.

4 Through all thy temples, let the stain
Of prejudice each bosom flee;
And, hand in hand, let Afric's train,
With Europe's children, worship thee.

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8s. & 7. M.

MRS. LIVERMORE.

Prayer for the Slave.

1 FATHER, who of old descended
From thy throne above the sky,
And thine Israel's rights defended,
Hear the bondman's anguished cry!

2 Hear how Ethiopia crieth,

Kneeling on the blood-stained sod;
And how sable Afric' sigheth,
Lifting up her hands to God!

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3 From the grasp of strong oppression,
From the tyrant's rusting chain,
And from slavery's deep depression,
With its life-long hours of pain;

4 From our country's wide savannas,
Let the cry come up to thee,
Let the prayers become hosannas.
Father, set thy children free !

That God would hear the Cries of the Slave.

1 LORD! deliver; thou canst save;
Save from evil, Mighty God!
Hear-oh! hear the kneeling slave,
Break-oh! break th' oppressor's rod.

2 May the captive's pleading fill

All the earth, and all the sky;
Every other voice be still,

While he pleads with God on high.

3 He, whose ear is everywhere,
Who doth silent sorrow see,
Will regard the captive's prayer,
Will from bondage set him free.

4 From the tyranny within,

Save thy children, Lord! we pray;
Chains of iron, chains of sin,

Cast forever, cast away.

5 Love to man, and love to God,
Are the weapons of our war;

These can break the oppressor's rod-
Burst the bonds that we abhor.

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L. M.

J. G. WHITTIER

For a Liberty Meeting on the Fourth of July.
10 THOU! whose presence went before
Our fathers in their weary way,
As with thy chosen moved of yore
The fire by night-the cloud by day!

2 When, from each temple of the free,
A nation's song ascends to heaven,
Most Holy Father! unto thee,

May not our humble prayer be given,—
3 For those to whom this day can bring,
Not, as to us, the joyful thrill;–
For those, who, under freedom's wing,
Are bound in slavery's fetters still:-
4 And grant, O Father! that the time

Of Earth's deliverance may be near,
When every land, and tongue, and clime,
The message of thy love shall hear.

5 When smitten, as with fire from heaven,
The captive's chain shall sink in dust,
And to his fettered soul be given
The glorious freedom of the just.

804.

L. M.

MISS WESTON

"Tis good to be merciful."

1 'T is good to weep and 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.

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2 'Tis good and true to say to those,
Who claim a right in human kind,
"Mercy and Justice are your foes,
And they shall certain triumph find.'