I SLAVERY and death the cup contains ; Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl! Softer than silk are iron chains,

3 Thou wilt not break the bruisèd reed, Nor leave the broken heart unbound;

The wife regains a husband freed !
The orphan clasps a father found!

2 Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing,

Whose power the giant fiend obeys. What countless thousands tribute bring, For happier homes and brighter days!

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Till man no more shall deem it just To live by forging chains to bind His weaker brother in the dust.

And lo! the saint, as free as air, Walked forth beneath the open skies. 3 Chains yet more strong and cruel bind The victims of that deadly thirst Which drowns the soul, and from the mind Blots the bright image stamped at first. 4 O God of love and mercy, deign

To look on those with pitying eye Who struggle with that fatal chain, And send them succor from on high! 5 Send down, in its resistless might, Thy gracious Spirit, we implore, And lead the captive forth to light, A rescued soul, a slave no more.

471.

1 O GOD, to whom thy children bring Adoring praise and contrite prayer, In mercy bless the offering

Our yearning hearts before thee bear. 2 With ardor for the heavenly race, Unchecked by sin or mortal loss, The Holy Spirit's quickening grace Inspire this Soldier of the Cross.

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472.

I JERUSALEM, my happy home,

Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labors have an end,

In joy and peace in thee?
O, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths have no end?

2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know;

Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you!

Why should I shrink at pain and woe,

Or feel, at death, dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.

3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;

And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

Jerusalem, my happy home,

My soul still pants for thee! Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see.

473.

I THE golden clouds that float along Like banners of the sky;

The breeze that like a spirit's song

In melody goes by;

The earth, of joy and gladness full,
In ocean, glen, and grove,
All nature, bright and beautiful,
Proclaims that God is love.

2 At night, when softly in the sky
The smiling stars come forth,
Each brooding like a seraph's eye
Above the slumbering earth,
The moon, in naked beauty, flings
Her radiance from above,
And 'mid the silver silence sings,
Her Maker's name is love.

3 And hark! from Judah's holy hills
We hear a voice divine;

In our delighted hearts it thrills:
Blest Saviour, it is thine!

Its hallowed tones in rapture soar
All nature's songs above:

It speaks-ah! now we doubt no more
The Lord our God is love!

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474.

I O, WHERE is he that trod the sea,
O, where is he that spake,
And demons from their victims flee,
The dead their slumbers break?
The palsied rise in freedom strong,

The dumb men talk and sing,
And from blind eyes, benighted long,
Bright beams of morning spring.

2 O, where is he that trod the sea?
'Tis only he can save ;
To thousands hungering wearily,
A wondrous meal he gave:

Full soon, by pow'r celestial fed,
Their mystic fare they take;

475.

I A THOUSAND years have come and gone,
And near a thousand more,

Since happier light from heaven shone
Than ever shone before;

And in the hearts of old and young

A joy most joyful stirred,

That sent such news from tongue to tongue As ears had never heard.

2 And we are glad, and we will sing, As in the days of yore;

Come all, and hearts made ready bring, To welcome back once more

The day when first on wintry earth

A summer change began,

'T was harvest when he brake.

3 O, where is he that trod the sea?
My soul, the Lord is here:
Let all thy fears be hushed in thee;
To leap, to look, to hear,

Be thine thy needs he 'll satisfy:
Art thou diseased, or dumb?
Or dost thou in thy hunger cry?

Uprose the light of man.

3 For troubles such as man must bear,

"I come," saith Christ, "I come."

From childhood to fourscore,

He shared with us, that we might share His joy for evermore;

And twice a thousand years of grief,

Of conflict, and of sin,

May tell how large the harvest sheaf
His patient love shall win.

Sound, sound through all the earth abroad, The love, the eternal love, of God.

2 Unnumbered myriads stand Of seraphs bright and fair, Or bow at thy right hand,

And pay their homage there; But strive in vain, with loudest chord, To sound thy wondrous love, O Lord.

3 Though earth and hell assail, And doubts and fears arise, The weakest shall prevail,

And grasp the heavenly prize, And through an endless age record Thy love, thy changeless love, O Lord.