Imperial tyrants curse thy name, And turbaned slaves of vice and shame The fetters that the mind enslave No earth-born, crawling thing art thou, Death's pallid seal ne'er stamped thy brow Thy name is blazoned on God's throne; On which for ages stars have shone, Celestial Truth! dispel all gloom, That guilty earth may smile and bloom A Paradise again. Mercy. LO! in chariot brig O! Mercy, in her chariot bright, Rides o'er the earth to save, And lead from moral gloom to light Love smiles on her celestial crest; Love is her charioteer; Love reigns and triumphs in her breast, Inspired with holy fear. The Olive decks her radiant brow, In melting accents mild she speaks, On may she ride, from shore to shore, Till she in triumph wave Her fair, unsullied banner o'er The bleeding, fettered slave. And may her kingdom still extend, And Freedom chains asunder rend 4 Faith. HERE is a cure for every wound, THERE A balm for every sorrow; And clouds that gather thick to-day May pass away to-morrow. The heart is often desolate, Deep wrung and very dreary; Yet Faith cheers to their journey's end The wretched and the weary. Man's mind, like some frail bark at sea, |