OLD ERIN IS WAKING. OLD ERIN is waking, The night of her slumber Is yielding its gloom To the sunrise of hope, And her sires and her sons, Mighty armies in number, Deserting the ranks Of the Priest and the Pope: They are hasting the day, When old Erin shall soar, In the dust of her darkness To grovel no more. There's a Spirit revealing Its craft and disguise; That Rome has entwined On the limbs of the conscience, The wings of the mind. And old Erin has sons, Who aspire to be free, And await but the signal To arm cap-a-pie: And the word has been given The standard on high Proclaims to her bondmen That freedom is nigh; For the "Truth as in Jesus" Is marching along, And thousands are singing The Protestant song. In the dales of the South, They have cast off the tatters, And they wear the white raiment, That angels admire ; While they take up the armour, The "shield," and the "sword," The soldiers of Christ, As the sons of the Lord. Oh! speed on thy mission, Thou Spirit of Might, Till Rome is confounded, Till the sunshine of Truth, Like the sunbeam of day, Has chased every shadow And old Erin, mavourneen, "First flower of the earth, And first gem of the sea!" LET IT GO FREE. (WRITTEN FOR THE BIBLE SOCIETY.) "That the Word of the Lord may have free course and be glorified." YES! let it go free! 2 THESS. iii. 1. Let the winds and the sea Bear outward the call For the world's jubilee; Let the voice of Jehovah, 'Tis spoken!-'tis done! From the Isles of the North" The Word of Jehovah Is echoing forth; |