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England, with maternal heart, Cheers us on, and clears our way; And her Bayard's generous part France has nobly will'd to play : Wherefore then the last art thou Thus to recognise our claim,— Equal and fraternal now,

Free in state, and race, and name?

Haye we not deserved right well

Of mankind and thee forsooth ? Is it but a boast to tell

That our progress helps the truth? Be not then the last to look

Kindly on Liberia's light,

Quicken'd by the Blessed Book, And made glorious by the Right.

Great America, behold!

Thou, through us, shalt cure anon Man's deep leprosy of old,

Noah's curse on Ham's dark son; Be not then the last to send

Generous greeting o'er the waves, But with gracious glance befriend Thine own sons, no longer slaves.

The Missionary Jubilee Kymu.

(Written in Philadelphia, by request, April 1851.)

O come, let us sing,

Give thanks and rejoice
To GOD, the great King,

With heart and with voice!

All honours and praises

TO JESUS belong,

To Him the Church raises

Her Jubilee Song.

Again, in swift race

The years have sped round,

And still, in His grace

Our blessings are found!
By seven times seven

He gives evermore

For earth and for heaven

A bountiful store!

O well may the world

This year spread abroad

The legend unfurl'd

Of "Thanks to the LORD;"

O well may each nation

With brotherly voice
For Gospel Salvation

Together rejoice!

From England the Old

To England the New,
From Labrador's cold
To tropic Peru,
From Afric's Liberia

Till China be reach'd,
From Scinde to Siberia

The Gospel is preach'd!

And thrice in the sound
Of every tongue
All the world round

The trumpet hath rung ; Our Jubilee's warning Proclaims from above The blaze of the morning Of Freedom and Love!

Ye freemen of light,

Ye peace-lovers all,

As brethren unite

On JESUS to call;

One fold and one Pastor,

O now let us raise

To Thee, Blessed Master,

Our Jubilee praise!

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A REPLY TO CERTAIN NEWSPAPERS.

shall take up serpents without fear,
And walk on scorpions, scatheless of their sting,
And, if ye drink of any deadly thing
It shall not hurt you :"-what a power is here!
A sevenfold buckler to our calm strong hearts
Against the feeble, blunted, broken darts.
Of Hate's fierce frown, or Envy's subtle sneer.
O Christian! go straight on; though slander rear,
To freeze thy warmth, her cold Medusa head:
Go on, in faith and love, at duty's call:

With naked feet on adders thou shalt tread,
Meet perils, only to surmount them all,

And so, by bad men's blame, as good men's praise, Build up GOD's blessing on thy words and ways.

Christian Anion:

WRITTEN, BY REQUEST, FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE
OHIO WESLEYAN UNIVERSITY.

"That they may all be one!"-a blessed pray'r, Echoed by holy hearts, and felt within

As answer'd evermore and everywhere

Among the souls redeem'd from death and sin!

For by whatever name the world may care

To mock those happy ones of earth who win The prize of our high calling,—still, as ONE

They stand together, one in kith and kin,— Serving THE FATHER, ransom'd by THE SON, And by THE SPIRIT made to live for heaven! O friends, much loving because much forgiven, Let us be one in heart throughout the globe,Renouncing narrow thoughts and bitter leaven, One, without rent, as JESU's woven robe!

Are you an Abolitionist ?”

MY REPLY.

Hear reason, O brother! hear reason and right,-
It's better to "hear" than to "strike,"-

I'm sure that as freemen and children of light,
We think pretty nearly alike;

My answer is YES! and my answer is No!

Then listen, as all of you will,

While shortly, sincerely, and simply I show
My judgment for good or for ill.

Who would not feel happy, the Home of the Free
The star-spangled Flag of the Brave
Unsoil'd by the stains of oppression to see,

Undimm'd by the tears of-the slave?

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