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(). JOHNSON 1 O'MAY the day, the blissful day,
By prophets long foretold,
Our waiting eyes behold.
The weak their rights receive,
One brotherhood shall live.
And every virtue thrive;
In cheerful hope shall strive.
And Joy shall be our guest,
Shall thrill each loving breast.
10s. M. Mrs. Price. 1 0, Thou blest Comforter ! pure Spirit, hear!
Bend we thy shrine before, trembling with fear; Hate, like a shadow dark, veils all below;
Love foats her shining bark o'er waves of woe. 2 Spirit of Holy power! give us thy light!
Aid thro' the trial-hour, -guide thro' the night; Gird us with strength and will
, mighty to save, Striving with error still, valiant and brave. 3 Keenly oppression's pain pierceth the weak ;
Help us the galling chain quickly to break; Earth's bitter founts of woe soon may we close, Making this world below bloom as the rose.
4 Give thou thy Spirit free, Savior and Lord !
Peace, love and liberty follow thy word;
WM. S. HaYWOOD.
1 How long, O Lord, how long
Shall sin and falsehood reign?
The page of history stain !
Receive the new; the heavenly birth? 2 0, may our race forsake
Their selfishness and pride ;
As Master and as Guide ;
3 May brutal vengeance cease,
And deeds of hate and blood;
One joyous brotherhood :
The reign of violence is o'er !' 4 Hasten, O God, the day
By bards and prophets told,
O'er all the world shall hold;
1 0, List to His words, they are treasures of love,
Men are all brothers indeed ;
Can he cause a poor brother to bleed ?
[they meet; Thus let them live, Loving in word and in deed.
2 Away with the hater, who mockingly dares
To call himself Christian in name,
The bullet, the sword and the flame;
Evil must cease,
All will be peace,
Goodness must triumph o'er hate. 3 Away with the legion who worship the band
That holds them in darkness and thrall, Who rear their proud temples all over the land,
Though the poor and the needy do call; They are altars of pride where the incense is poured An off'ring to Baal, and not to the Lord :
Temples must fall,
Churches and all,
XV. FIDELITY, ŽEAL, PROGRESS.
A. BALLOU. 1 A ChristiAN! Who deserves the name?
One born, baptized and counted such,
Not he-howe'er the pearl he clutch.
Master Mind, That Light and Love made known,
Which only can redeem mankind.
No lower code of moral Right;
His own and God's supreme delight. 4 He meekly sits at Jesus' feet,
Disciple of a matchless Lord;
Those who slaughtered most their kind,
Honor's hand has twined.
? But the heroes of the future
Shall be men whose hearts are strong; Men whose words and acts shall only
War against the wrong. 3 But the sabre, in their contests,
Shall no part, no honor own; War's dread art shall be forgotten,
Carnage all unknown.
The patriot in his blood;
Forgotten all his good ?
And burn it to the dust;
Forever to the Just.
And tyrants hold the key ! Through walls of stone shall pierce the hymn
For truth and liberty. 4 Then let the body broken be,
Still let the blood be poured; "Tis thus they gain the victory,
And triumph with the Lord.
O. JOHNSON. 1 Dear Redeemer ! in thy name,
Caring nought for hate or shame,