The thorn and the thistle around me may grow- I ask not my portion, I seek not a rest, Till I find them forever on Jesus' lov'd breast. Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy, Let trials and danger my progress oppose, With a scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, A COLONIZATION SONG. Will you be colonized on the African shores? And your fears will sleep, and you will rouse them no more. 'Tis a land that with honey and milk doth abound, Where the lash is not heard, and the scout ge is not found. If you stay in this land where the white man hath rule, For a nuisance you are, in this land of your birth, My religion is pure, and it came from above, It is true, there are judgments that hang o'er the land, But they all turn aside when you follow the plan. 'Tis a land where Sun-beams will addle your brains, And savage banditti rove over the plains. You're ignorant I know, in this land of your birth, But only consent, though extorted by force, Tis a land where sand-banks made hot from the skies, Will you, will you, will you, will you be colonized? THE FREE SLAVE. Go, go! thou that enslavest me; now, now thy power is o'er, Long, long have I obeyed thee: I'm not a slave any more! No, no,-oh! no, I'm a free man ever more! Thou, thou, broughtest me over deep, deep sorrow and pain, Tyrant! thou hast bereft me, home, friends, pleasures so sweet Now, now forever I've left thee, thou and I never shall meet. No, no,-oh! no thou and I never shall meet! Joys, joys, bright as the morning; now, now on me will pour, Hark, ten thousand harps and voics, sound the note of praise above, Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices, Jesus reigns the God of love See he sits on yonder throne, Jesus rules the world above. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!—Amen. Jesus hail! whose glory brightens all above and gives it worth; Lord of life, thy smile enlightens, cheers and charms thy Saints on earth; When we think of love like thine, Lord we own it, love divine Hallelujah! etc. King of glory reign forever, thine an everlasting crown, Nothing from thy love can sever, those whom thou hast made thine own; Happy objects of thy grace, destined to behold thy face; Hallelujah! etc. Saviour hasten thine appearing, bring, oh! bring the glorious day, When the awful summons hearing, heaven and earth shall pass away, Then with golden harps we'll sing, glory, glory, to our king! Hallelujah! etc. A CRADLE HYMN Hush my dear lie still and slumber, Sleep my babe thy food and raiment, How much better thou 'rt attended, Than the Son of God could be, When from Heaven he descended, And became a child like thee. Soft and easy is thy cradle, Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When his birth-place was a stable, And his softest bed was hay. Blessed babe what glorious features, Spotless, fair, divinely bright; Must he dwell with brutal creatures, How could Angels bear the sight? Was there nothing but a manger, Could they thus affront their Lord? Soft, my child, I did not chide thee, And her arms shall be thy guard. While I read the shameful story, See the kinder Shepherds round him, There they sought him, there they found him, See the lovely babe a dressing, When he wept, the mother's blessing, Lo! he slumbers in a manger, 'Twas to save thee, child from dying, Mayest thou live to know and fear him, Then go dwell forever near him, I could give thee a thousand kisses, Can to greater joys aspire. DR. WATTS. |