In foreign climes, when far away
From those whose solace could befriend,
FAITH trusted the Immortal Stay,
Who said, "I'm with you to the end:"
And when thy offspring met their God,
The father wept upon the dust;
The Christian, humbled 'neath the rod,
Confessed Jehovah's dealings just.
Servant of Christ, the night of gloom,
That, cheerless, gathered o'er thy brow,
Awoke the day-spring of the tomb,
Which brightly breaks upon thee now.
PATRIOTS, rise! Ye warriors brave,
Now assert proud Freedom's cause;
Dare be free, and dare to save
Country, home, and sacred laws.
Chieftains arm, for fight prepare,
See-advance the dastard foe;
Freemen rise, the battle share,
Soon the tyrant shall be low.
Hark, the clarion's warlike strain,
Bids the hero rush to arms;
Freedom calls, 'tis not in vain,
VICTORY now the foe disarms.
'Tis the cause alone of heaven, Who shall dare oppose its will? Freedom's empire, here is given, Freedom here shall flourish still.
Onward then, ye warriors lead,
On to victory and the foe;
For your country dare to bleed,
Soon the tyrant shall be low.
When darkness, Lord, had erst its seat Throned on the world which thou hadst made, In ruins at the apostate's feet,
Thy ransomed heritage was laid:
With nations that confessed thee not,
Thy people, once thy chosen, dwelt;
With Edom, Israel cast her lot,
And at unhallowed altars knelt,-
"Till, with restoring beams, the Star
Of righteousness, in beauty rose,
Scattering the murky shades afar,
And bidding night's long empire close.
Blest star! while with prophetic eye,
The Bethlehemite hailed thee divine,
Say, could his warmest hope descry
The bliss of which thou wast the sign?
While 'nighted in the depths of sin, By strong temptation led astray; Weary and worn with guilt within, We ask some cheering, friendly ray; Star of the wanderer! though in tears We, frail and helpless, turn to thee, Hope, kindling, dissipates our fears, For thou wilt lead to Calvary.
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