e shall nobly stand;
Peace shall smile with lustre bland;
Glory shall crown our happy land--
Forever.

COMFORT FOR THE BONDMAN.

Air--"Indian Philosopher."

[Music]

Come on, my partners in distress,
My comrades in this wilderness,
Who groan beneath your chains;
A while forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears,
To yon celestial plains.

Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Look forward to that heavenly place,
Which mortals never trod;
On faith's strong eagle pinions rise,
Work out your passage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.

If, like our Lord, we suffer here,
We shall before his face appear,
And at his side sit down;
To patient faith the prize is sure,
For all who to the end endure
Shall wear a glorious crown.

Thrice blessed, exalted, blissful hope!
It lifts our fainting spirits up,
It brings to life the dead;
Our bondage here will soon be past,
Then we shall rise and reign at last,
Triumphant with our Head.

Come and see the Works of God.

Lift up to God the shout of joy,
Let all the earth its powers employ,
To sound his glorious praise;
Say, unto God--"How great art thou!
Thy foes before thy presence bow!
How gracious are thy ways!

"To thee all lands their homage bring,
They raise the song, they shout, they sing
The honors of thy name."
Come! see the wondrous works of God;
How dreadful is his vengeful rod!
How wide extends his fame!

He made a highway through the sea,
His people, long-enslaved, to free,
And give them Canaan's land;
Through endless years his reign extends,
His piercing eye to earth he bends--
Ye despots! fear his hand.

O! bless our God, lift up your voice
Ye people! sing aloud--rejoice--
His mighty praise declare;
The Lord hath made our bondage cease,
Broke off our chains, brought sure release,
And turned to praise our prayer.

HARK! A VOICE FROM HEAVEN.

Words by Oliver Johnson. Music--"Zion."

[Music]

Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming,
Comfort to the mourning slave;
God has heard him long complaining,
And extends his arm to save;
Proud oppression
Soon shall find a shameful grave;
Proud oppression,
Soon shall find a shameful end.

See, the light of truth is breaking
Full and clear on every hand;
And the voice of mercy speaking,
Now is heard through all the land:
Firm and fearless,
See the friends of freedom stand.

Lo! th