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The Day of Jubilee.

CVII.

SooN shall the trump of freedom
Resound from shore to shore ;
Soon, taught by heavenly wisdom,
Man shall oppress no more:
But every yoke be broken,

Each captive soul set free-
And every heart shall welcome

The day of Jubilee.

Military Celebration of the Fourth of July.

BOWRING,

I hate that noisy drum !—It is a sound

That 's full of war and bondage,—and I blush

That Liberty had ever cause to rush

Into a warrior's arms-that right e'er found
Asylum in the furious field. Not so

The holy crowns of genuine glory grow

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The Day of Jubilee.

Then tyrants' crowns and sceptres,
And victors' wreaths, and cars,
And galling chains, and fetters,
With all the pomp of wars,
Shall in the dust be trodden,
Till time shall be no more :
And peace, and joy, from heaven
The Lord on earth shall pour

Not there should they who bear the badge serene
Of him who was the Prince of Peace be seen.
Can such his faithful followers be ?-O no!
His laurels are not drenched in blood,-but green
And beautiful as spring :-His arms are love,
And mercy, and forgiveness ;-and with these
He rules the nations' mighty destines-
And gently leads us to our homes above.

The Mission of Christ.

CVIII.

DODDRIDGE.

HARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long ;
Let every heart a throne prepare,

And every voice a song.

On him the spirit, largely poured,

Exerts its holy fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His sacred breast inspire.

He comes the prisoners to release,
In wretched bondage held :

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.-

He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray ;

And on the eye-balls of the blind,
To pour celestial day.

He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
To enrich the humble poor,

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The Modern Pharisees.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace !

Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name.

The Modern Pharisees.

CIX.

M. W. CHAPMAN.

There are who hate God's truth and laws: There are who plead the oppressor's cause; There are whose base degenerate souls, The breath of wealth and power controls.

State of the Church and the Ministry.

KEBLE.

Oh grief to think, that grapes of gall

Should cluster round the healthiest shoot!

God's herald prove a heartless thrall,

Who, if he dared, would fain be mute!

Even such in this bad world we see,

Who, self-condemned in owning Thee,

Yet, dare not open farewell of Thee take,

For very pride, and their high-boasted Reason's sake.

Hymn for the Monthly Concert.

On robbery and wrong they smile-
Confound the precious with the vile;
Nor dare they meet the hate and loss
That waits the followers of the cross.

Forgive, oh Lord, the weight of shame
They bring upon a Saviour's name;
And from their tender mercies, save
The tortured and insulted slave!

Forgive their sins :-our efforts bless
To lead their souls to righteousness;
And, for the dawn of Freedom's day,
Lord, teach their willing hearts to pray!

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Hymn for the Monthly Concert.
CX.

BREAK every yoke,' the Gospel cries,
'And let the oppressed go free';
Let every captive taste the joys
Of peace and liberty.

Lord, when shall man thy voice obey,

And rend each iron chain,

O when shall love its golden sway
O'er all the earth maintain.

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