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Public Rejoicing.

LXII.

Go forth to the mount, bring the olive branch home,

And Rejoice for the day of our freedom is come! From that day when the moon, upon Ajalon's vale

Looking motionless down, saw the kings of the earth

In the presence of God's mighty champion grow

pale,

O never had Judah an hour of such mirth! Go forth to the mount, bring the olive branch

home,

And rejoice, for the day of our freedom is come!

The Christian Freeman.

LXIII:

SIR HENRY WOTTON.

How happy is he born or taught,
Who serveth not another's will;

Child's Evening Hymn.

Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;

Whose passion not his masters are ;
Whose soul is still prepared for death;
Not tied unto the world with care
Of prince's ear or vulgar breath

Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than goods to lend,
And walks with man from day to day,
As with a brother and a friend.

This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands,
And having nothing, yet hath all.

Child's Evening Prayer.

LXIV.

I thank the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me in these Christian days
A highly favored child.

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108

Child's Evening Hymn.

I was not born as thousands are,
Where God was never known,
And taught to pray a useless prayer
To blocks of wood and stone.

To a Child.

Things of high import sound I in thy ears,

Dear child, though yet thou may'st not feel their power.
But hoard them up, and in thy coming years

Forget them not; and when earth's tempests lower,

A talisman unto thee shall they be,

To give thy weak arm strength, to make thy dim eye see.

Seek truth, that pure, celestial Truth, whose birth

Was in the heaven of heavens, clear sacred, shrined,
In reason's light. Not oft she visits earth;

But her majestic port the willing mind,
Through faith, may sometimes see. Give her thy soul,
Nor faint, though error's surges loud against thee roll.

Be free-not chiefly from the iron chain,

But from the one which passion forges; be
The master of thyself! If lost, regain

The rule o'er chance, sense, circumstance. Be free,
Trample thy proud lusts proudly beneath thy feet,
And stand erect, as for a heaven-born one is meet.

Seek Virtue. Wear her armor to the fight;

Then, as a wrestler gathers strength from strife,
Shalt thou be nerved to a more vigorous might

By each contending turbulent ill of life.

Seek Virtue; she alone is all divine;

And, having found, be strong in God's own strength and thine.

Child's Evening Hymn.

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I was not born a little slave,*

To labor in the sun,

And wish that I were in my grave,
And all my labor done.

I was not born without a home,
Or in a broken shed;

A gipsy baby, taught to roam,
And steal my daily bread.

My God! I thank thee, who hast planned

A better lot for me;

And placed me in this happy land,
And where I hear of thee.

Truth-Freedom-Virtue-these, dear child, have power,
If rightly cherished, to uphold, sustain,
And bless thy spirit, in its darkest hour:
Neglect them-tby celestial gifts are vain-

In dust shall thy weak wing be dragged and soiled ;
Thy soul be crushed by gauds for which it basely toiled.

This verse has been omitted in the recent editions.

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Hymn for the Monthly Concert.

LXV.

A. G. CHAPMAN.

FATHER give us power and love,
A sound and perfect mind,
That we may firmly do thy will,
And thy sure blessing find.

We here devote ourselves to Thee,
To spread thy cause of truth;
Old age and vigorous manhood join
With bold and fearless youth.

We thus would hasten on the day
Of freedom and of peace,

When the sword shall to the ploughshare turn,
And war and slavery cease.

The time when man shall feel for man

A brother's fervent love,

And ask not, whether black or white,

The child of God above.

We know not where the future leads,

What may our trials be,

But calmly still would follow on,

Guided by light from Thee.

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