wn Israel
Would break the oppressor's chain,
Does she approach His sacred throne
And supplicate in vain?
Ah, no! upon the captive still
Is poured a flood of light,
While he prepares for better worlds
To take his joyous flight.
His bonds are burst, he only waits
The omnipotent command
To journey forth,--his armor's on,
His staff within his hand.
Not settled down in carnal ease,
This world is not his home,
A pilgrim and a stranger here,
He seeks for one to come.
Christ is his holy passover,
He has a part in Him;
For he applies his blood, in faith,
To purify from sin.
But oh! with very bitter herbs
It must be eaten still;
Suffering is yet the lot of those
Who do their Master's will.
And let the Christian not forget,
Israel was bid to stay
Within the shelter of the tent
Until the opening day.
And God is now his people's tent,
In Him may we abide;
Then though the faith will oft be proved,
The patience oft be tried,
An hour of sweet release will come,
And all the pilgrim band,
By flame and cloud alternate led,
Attain the promised land;
And wearing there the crown of joy,
And carrying, too, the palm,
Eternally ascribe the praise
To God and to the Lamb.
6th mo., 1836. E. P. K.
The last look is taken, the last word is said--
Haste away o'er the waves, then, glad tidings to spread;
Thy Master has called thee, no longer delay,
His work it is glorious, haste, haste thee away.
Come, set the sails, mariner, now we're off shore,
Then weep for the loved ones thou leavest no more;
He is faithful who promised, thou heard'st Him declare
That all thou intrusts to his fatherly care
He will keep in the sheltering fold of his love,
Where nothing shall harm them and nothing shall move.
He will suffer no plague nigh thy dwelling to come,
And His angels shall guard thee wherever thou roam;
No weapon shall prosper that's formed against thee,
For the truth thou hast loved, shield and buckler shall be.
This the heritage is of the child of the Lord,
Of him who confides in his covenant word,
And freely forsakes, when his Saviour commands,
His brethren, and sisters, and children, and lands.
Though the ocean may roar, and earth shake with the swell,
His home is in Jesus, and all will be well;
Though
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