46 Prisoners' Evening Hymn. Still feeding all thy flowers with light, Though man hath barr'd it from our sight. We know Thou reign'st, the Unchanging One, th' All Just! And bless thee still with free and boundless trust! We read no more, O God! thy ways. His pole-star burns, though mist and cloud We know thou reign'st!-All Holy One, All Just! We feel no more that aid is nigh, When our faint hearts within us die. Prayer for the Oppressed. Yet, by the anguish of thy Son 47 And by his parting word, which rose break The spirit, but wilt ne'er forsake! Sad suppliants whom our brethren spurn, To whom but Thee?-All Merciful, All Just! Prayer for the Oppressed. XXV. PIERPONT. WITH thy pure dews and rains, And, while her palm trees bud, Let not her children's blood With her broad Niger's flood Be mingled more ! 48 Prayer for the Oppressed. Quench, righteous God, the thirst Shall not thy thunders speak, Hear'st thou, O God, those chains, Them, who those chains have worn, Christians have hither borne, Cast down, great God, the fanes, Round us have risen Temples, whose priesthood pore Moses and Jesus o'er, Then bolt the black man's door, The poor man's prison ! Wilt thou not, Lord, at last, From thine own image, cast Self-Reproof. Away all cords, But that of love, which brings Self-Reproof. XXVI. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY. WHEN injured Afric's captive claim, Her toil, and chain, and scalding tear, Our Fathers help'd to bow her neck. If slumbering in the thoughtful breast, Call from their couch the hallowed guest, 49 50 Hope and Faith. Oh, lift the hand, and Peace shall bear The fragrance of salvation's rose. But if with Pilate's stoic eye, We calmly wash when blood is spilt ; Or if, like Jacob's recreant train, Will not the judgments of the skies, Hope and Faith. XXVII. WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON. YE who in bondage pine, |