No more the grievous lash rebounds,
In peace he tills the fertile soil,
He sows and reaps the fruitful grounds,
And tastes the sweet reward of toil :

Whilst the glad song of Jubilee

Delights the isles beyond the sea.

Whose hand the mighty work hath wrought?— Salvation to our God belongs!

His arm hath this deliverance brought

"Tis HE redresses Afric's wrongs!

Resound the song of Jubilee

Let Afric's children ALL be free!

And let the Gospel light be shed

O'er all the islands !-East and West!

And let the Gospel sound be spread,

And every heart with truth be blessed! Raise high the song of Jubilee,

JEHOVAH bids the SLAVE be free!

H. Y.

A SLAVE ON THE PASSING OF THE

EMANCIPATION BILL.

REJOICE, Rejoice, the night is past,

When Slavery bound us with her chain; Freedom's bright day hath dawned at last, Ne'er may her loved beams set again!

The Hand that formed us, made us free,
Shall brothers then forge links to bind ?
Can they unmoved the misery see

The darkness of the free-born mind?

No! there are some, who yet can feel,
And strive to lessen others' pain;
By them the suffering Slaves' appeal
Was heard-nor was it heard in vain.

Our bonds are burst! Rejoice! rejoice!
All shackles now away are thrown :

Ask

you whence comes the powerful voice That stamps us free? 'Tis BRITAIN'S OWN. Sandgate, August, 1834.

FANNY.

SONG FOR THE FIRST OF AUGUST.

TUNE" Sound the loud Timbrel."

SOUND the loud anthem o'er Caribbee's sea,
Lo! Freedom has triumphed-the Negro is free;
Sing ye loud praises! Jehovah hath spoken--
Send the glad tidings afar o'er the wave—
Now shall the chain of the Negro be broken,
Liberty dawn on the night of the Slave:

Sound the loud anthem o'er Caribbee's sea,
Lo! Freedom hath triumphed, the Negro is free!

Join your glad voices in praise to the Lord,

Who hath rended asunder the chain by His Word;

Send you to African vallies the story,

That her sons are redeemed, and that Britain with

pride

Now hails them as brothers, as co-heirs of glory,
In the Christian battle to fight side by side:

Sound the loud anthem o'er Caribbee's sea,

Lo! Freedom hath triumphed, the Negro is free!

S. D.

66 HIS GOING FORTH IS PREPARED AS THE MORNING, AND

HE SHALL COME TO US AS THE RAIN-AS THE LATTER

RAIN WHICH WATERETH THE EARTH.

HOSEA. VI. 3.

WHEN from the bosom of the night

The ruby morn awakes,

Beam after beam of growing light

Across the darkness breaks :

Bright, beauteous heralds who forerun,
The Chariot of the glorious Sun.

And can we not to day perceive

Signs that that morning springs,

When Truth and Righteousness shall weave

The web of human things;

And streams of pure celestial Light

Gladden the realms of former night.

For many now run to and fro,

And knowledge is increased,

The Gospel waters widely flow;

And ah!-That curse hath ceased

That bitter wrong- -our Nation's stain,

The Slave's excruciating chain!

Celestial Conqueror appear,

Assume Thy glorious reign;

Spread Thy victorious banner here,
And ne'er depart again :

One fold-one Shepherd, may there be.
All climes, all colours-one in THEE!

JAMES EDMESTON.