Convention.

Rise, for a slandered gospel's sake;

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Nor rest till the notes be heard again, That erst on the Saviour's birth-night brake, Of peace on earth-good will towards men.

Hark! Hark, to the trumpet call,

And firm and full be the glad reply; On ready hearts the deep notes fall— 'Arise in the name of God most high!'

Rouse, ALL, for God and Truth and man,
Redeem our country from its shame,

Perform the lofty deed of Right

And give us back an honored name;

Unseal the Bible, burst the thrall
From intellect and soul apart,
Yield knowledge and religion way
Unto the desolated heart.

Compassion.

CIII.

DAUGHTERS of pity, tune the lay ;
To mourners joy belongs;
While he that wipes all tears away
Accepts our thankful songs.

No altars smoke, no offerings bleed,
No guiltless lives expire;
To help a brother in his need
Is all our rites require.

Our offering is a willing mind

To comfort the distressed;

In others' good our own to find,
In others' blessings blest.

Thus what our heavenly Father gave

Shall we as freely give;
Thus copy him who lived to save,

And died that we might live.

God is no Respecter of Persons.

CIV.

GOD made the world-in every land
His love and power abound:

All are protected by his hand
The spacious earth around.

He sees and governs distant lands,
And constant bounty pours,
From wild Arabia's burning sands
To Lapland's frozen shores.

In forest shades, and silent plains,
Where feet have never trod,
There in majestic power he reigns,
An ever present God.

All the inhabitants of earth

Who dwell beneath the sun,
Of different nations, name, and birth,
He knows them every one.

Alike the rich and poor are known,
The polished and the wild :

He sees the king upon the throne,
And every little child.

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Prayer of the Colored Mother, etc.

While he regards the rich and fair,
The noble and the brave,
He listens to the beggar's prayer
And the poor negro slave.

He knows the worthy and the vile,
And sends his mercy down;
None are too mean to share his smile,
Too high to feel his frown.

Great God, and since thy piercing eye

My inmost heart can see,
Teach me from every sin to fly,

And turn that heart to thee!

Prayer of the Colored Mother of New England.

CV.

GREAT Father! who created all,

The colored and the fair:

Oh! listen to a mother's call,

Hear Thou, the negro's prayer.

Prayer of the Colored Mother, etc.

Yet once again, thy people teach

With lessons from above,

That they may practice what they preach,
And all their neighbors love.

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The Colored Mother of New England to her Enfant.

Thy sparkling eye is full of light,
Thy heart beats high with joy,
And wo or care, from morn till night,
Disturbs not thee, my boy.

Smile now-for, o'er thy coming years,
A cloud of misery bends;

Disgrace and shame, regret and tears,
Till earthly being ends.

Yes, yes-my child-that soul of thine,
Pure from its Maker's hand,
Destined, they tell us, yet to shine
In heaven, its native land;
That soul, by God's all-wise decree,
Is shrined within a form
Of human shape and symmetry,
With life-blood red and warm!

Whose skin reflects a darker hue,
Than that the white man wears,
And for this cause thy early dew
Of joy must change for tears!
For thee from childhood's gleesome hour,
Through all thy onward track,
Are hard and bitter things in store,

Because thy skin is black!