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O, brighter shone the Godhead out,
When taking children to his arms, Than when confessed by Jewish shout,
By regal pomp and waving palms.
Yea, loftier than a conqueror, came
The Saviour to his suffering,
hosannas to their King.
CHAPEL IN LIBERIA.
While a collection was making for the purpose of erecting a Chapel in Liberia, which was also to serve for a school house, little s- an orphan girl, who had listened to the account of that colony, with the deepest interest, came forward, and eagerly tendered her little box of savings, saying “ take it all."
Nay, take my gift, and spurn it not,
My heart obeys that call;
My all—for sorrow
ave to me
But thou wilt take me up.
0, I do deem them brothers now,
Who have of misery known;
See! o'er vale and humbled mountain,
Rolls his conquering car to day; See! his brightness, like a fountain,
Flooding all the glad highway.
By the mission ships that wander,
Messengers to every sea, — By his servants toiling yonder,
Where stern idols claim the knee, Bibles, news of peace declaring
To the wretch by sin undone, Tracts, obedient missives, bearing
Liberty to thraldom's son:
By the tender mercies, glowing
Where reigned hatred and misrule: And the thousand blessings, flowing
From his chosen Sunday SchoolHe is error's night dispelling,
Bidding grace in rivers flow, From Antarctic, to the dwelling
Of the lowly Esquimaux.
Wake the harp, ye angels! ever
Warble, ye melodious choirs! Sweet your minstrelsy, yet never
With Redemption, thrill those wires. 'Tis our song, and all your glory
Starry crowns and hymps above Fade, while children lisp the story
Of a Saviour's dying love.
He is the recreant who dares not
With murder gild his name;
With him it shall be well;
Is but the laugh of hell.
OCCASIONED BY READING GORDON HALL'S LAST
APPEAL FOR THE HEATHEN.
A VOICE-a voice-from the land of death, Uncheered by the day-beam, revived by no breath; A voice-a voice—it breaks from that gloom, Appealing to men ere 'tis hushed in the tomb.
A voice!-it comes on the pestilent gale
A voice to the Church!—from your slumbers wake
A voice to the Young Men!-hear ye that call?