The Day of Jubilee. CVII. SooN shall the trump of freedom Each captive soul set free- 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 The holy crowns of genuine glory grow 200 The Day of Jubilee. Then tyrants' crowns and sceptres, Not there should they who bear the badge serene The Mission of Christ. CVIII. DODDRIDGE. HARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes, And every voice a song. On him the spirit, largely poured, Exerts its holy fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, He comes the prisoners to release, The gates of brass before him burst, He comes, from thickest films of vice And on the eye-balls of the blind, He comes, the broken heart to bind, 202 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- Forgive, oh Lord, the weight of shame Forgive their sins :-our efforts bless Hymn for the Monthly Concert. BREAK every yoke,' the Gospel cries, Lord, when shall man thy voice obey, And rend each iron chain, O when shall love its golden sway |