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Therefore let our praise arise !
Disgrace and pain ! Our foes their deadly aim have missed ! They know not how to live is Christ, 40
To die is gain!
Yet, Lord, whene'er our race is run, Our battle fought, our victory won,Whene'er, in yonder realms of light, We wear the martyr's robes of white,Oh, still thy gracious smile bestow Upon thy struggling church below! Thy future heralds deign to bless With larger powers and more success,
Till Truth and Peace with mighty span
Was it Echo's mimic tone
Answered in that sullen groan ?
Tremulous at first and low,
Hark! it louder seems to grow
With continuous rolling sound,
It comes !41—it comes !—the dungeon reels
Free each wondering prisoner stands,
Free!-they reck not how or why,
But one-the man of ruthless brow,
Grim tyrant of those realms of woe,
Had heard the fierce invader burst
The portals of his den accurst : A moment *2—and his desperate hand Hath grasped the suicidal brand! Was it his guardian angel spoke, And midway stayed the deadly stroke ? “Forbear," it cried, “rash man, forbear! Behold, thy prisoners all are here !" Then trembling sprang he in; for well He knew the solitary cell, Whence issued forth that warning call, He knew the deep-toned voice of Paul.
You might have deemed that iron mun
( whither can a wretch like me
For pardon and for safety flee?"
“ Flee?” answered Paul, a radiant smile
Lighting his toil-worn cheek the while,
“ Flee to the God who burst our chain,
Flee to the Man for sinners slain;
power, His love can safety give
To thee-to all.—Believe and live.”
Spirit! who from primeval night
But smile of sunshine warm and tender;
Hushing the waters wildly hurled
Above the rude chaotic world,
And beaming happiness and grace
O'er the dark chaos of the soul
Shrink from thy radiant glance away ;
And, shining43 into perfect day,
l'inted with Heaven's ambrosial dyes,
Behold a new-born world arise !
Can that be he that scowled of late,
The Cerberus of the dungeon gate ?
Was harsher than the chains he wielded ?
How changed the savage now!-his eye
His guests of heavenly mercy tell,
Large, warm, and bright, as childhood's, fell.
The morn is up!-her peaceful eyes