A HYMN.

LORD! Thou canst turn the hearts of men,
And set the sorrowing captive free;

Oh! break that heavy-cruel chain
That keeps the sinner far from Thee!

On British ground is heard no more
The cry of helpless misery;

The Black-the White-now met-implore
For Grace that leads the soul to Thee!

We sing of Freedom to the Slave,

And hail this day of Liberty;

Still more should we that Freedom crave
Which reconciles the soul to Thee!

Of all Thy blessings, most we pray
A change of heart-from sin set free,
That so may dawn that perfect day
When every tongue shall honour Thee!

When the dark reign of Sin shall cease,

Primeval happiness restored

One family the human race

One faith-one creed-one Saviour-Lord!

Hasten, O God! this glorious hour,
O'er Death and Sin the victory!
Within our hearts exalt Thy power,

And make them "Temples worthy Thee!"

1st August, 1834.

Y.

ON THE RETURN OF THE MISSIONARIES
TO THE WEST INDIES.

"GO YE INTO ALL THE WORLD, AND PREACH THE GOSPEL TO EVERY CREATURE."-MARK XVI. 15.

Go! thus of old the Saviour said,
When first His Messengers were sent
To a dark world for which He bled-
For which His Life of Love was spent.

And now, when ages o'er the world

Have spread that knowledge far and wide,
His banner still remains unfurled,

With holy warriors at its side,

Fulfilling yet in every land

The mission of their Heavenly Lord;
Who still proclaims the same command-

"To every Nation preach the word."

And have not Afric's sons a claim

(So long benighted and opprest) To knowledge of the Light that came To give the weary captive rest?

Can country-climate-
e-race or kin,
A duskier hue-or darker shade,
Alter the wondrous soul within-

"The breath of Life"-eternal made?

No! Life for all-the free-the slave,
That comprehensive Love contains:

Go! Mercy calls you o'er the wave,

And points to worse than human chains.

Freedom hath done what man may do
For those so long in slavery led:

A nobler triumph waits for you,
The FREEDOM of the Soul to spread!

E. F. JUN.

ALL NATIONS WHOM THOU HAST MADE SHALL COME
AND WORSHIP BEFORE THEE, O LORD!"

O Thou Almighty Father-only wise,
Whose glory fills the earth and gilds the skies,
Who spake and lo! at thy supreme command
Rude Chaos rose a beauteous, blooming land;
Say, didst Thou not in perfect love ordain
That Man-the Monarch in creation's chain-
Should live to show thy glory-and should be
From guilt redeemed—from sin's dominion free.
Lord! Thou beholdest all things, and dost know
That disobedience fills our world with woe;
That mental darkness, ignorance and pain
Spread their thick mantle o'er earth's fair domain,
And where Thy bounteous gifts are richly strewn
Thy creature bows the knee to wood and stone.
Oh! the calm loveliness of those fair isles
O'er which luxuriant Nature ever smiles;
Yet here alas! where Plenty ceaseless reigns
Man held his brother man in servile chains.