Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light,
Columbia's scenes of glorious toils I write.
While freedom's cause her anxious breast alarms,
She flashes dreadful in refulgent arms.
See mother earth her offspring's fate bemoan,
And nations gaze at scenes before unknown!
See the bright beams of heaven's revolving light
Involved in sorrows and the veil of night!
The Goddess comes, she moves divinely fair,
Olive and laurel binds Her golden hair:
Wherever shines this native of the skies,
Unnumber'd charms and recent graces rise.
Muse! Bow propitious while my pen relates
How pour her armies through a thousand gates,
As when Eolus heaven's fair face deforms,
Enwrapp'd in tempest and a night of storms;
Astonish'd ocean feels the wild uproar,
The refluent surges beat the sounding shore;
Or think as leaves in Autumn's golden reign,
Such, and so many, moves the warrior's train.
In bright array they seek the work of war,
Where high unfurl'd the ensign waves in air.
Shall I to Washington their praise recite?
Enough thou know'st them in the fields of fight.
Thee, first in peace and honors—we demand
The grace and glory of thy martial band.
Fam'd for thy valour, for thy virtues more,
Hear every tongue thy guardian aid implore!
One century scarce perform'd its destined round,
When Gallic powers Columbia's fury found;
And so may you, whoever dares disgrace
The land of freedom's heaven-defended race!
Fix'd are the eyes of nations on the scales,
For in their hopes Columbia's arm prevails.
Anon Britannia droops the pensive head,
While round increase the rising hills of dead.
Ah! Cruel blindness to Columbia's state!
Lament thy thirst of boundless power too late.
Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy side,
Thy ev'ry action let the Goddess guide.
A crown, a mansion, and a throne that shine,
With gold unfading, WASHINGTON! Be thine.
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'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
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Salvation comes by Christ alone, The only Son of God; Redemption now to every one, That love his holy Word. Dear Jesus, we would fly to Thee, And leave off every Sin, Thy tender Mercy well agree; Salvation from our King. Salvation comes now from the Lord, Our victorious King. His holy Name be well ador'd, Salvation surely bring. Dear Jesus, give thy Spirit now, Thy Grace to every Nation, That han't the Lord to whom we bow, The Author of Salvation. Dear Jesus, unto Thee we cry, Give us the Preparation; Turn not away thy tender Eye; We seek thy true Salvation. Salvation comes from God we know, The true and only One; It's well agreed and certain true, He gave his only Son. Lord, hear our penetential Cry: Salvation from above; It is the Lord that doth supply, With his Redeeming Love. Dear Jesus, by thy precious Blood, The World Redemption have: Salvation now comes from the Lord, He being thy captive slave. Dear Jesus, let the Nations cry, And all the People say, Salvation comes from Christ on high, Haste on Tribunal Day. We cry as Sinners to the Lord, Salvation to obtain; It is firmly fixed, his holy Word, Ye shall not cry in vain. Dear Jesus, unto Thee we cry, And make our Lamentation: O let our Prayers ascend on high; We felt thy Salvation. Lord, turn our dark benighted Souls; Give us a true Motion, And let the Hearts of all the World, Make Christ their Salvation. Ten Thousand Angels cry to Thee, Yea, louder than the Ocean. Thou art the Lord, we plainly see; Thou art the true Salvation. Now is the Day, excepted Time; The Day of the Salvation; Increase your Faith, do not repine: Awake ye, every Nation. Lord, unto whom now shall we go, Or seek a safe abode? Thou has the Word Salvation Too, The only Son of God. Ho! every one that hunger hath, Or pineth after me, Salvation be thy leading Staff, To set the Sinner free. Dear Jesus, unto Thee we fly; Depart, depart from Sin, Salvation doth at length supply, The Glory of our King. Come, ye Blessed of the Lord, Salvation greatly given; O turn your Hearts, accept the Word, Your Souls are fit for Heaven. Dear Jesus, we now turn to Thee, Salvation to obtain; Our Hearts and Souls do meet again, To magnify thy Name. Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, The Object of our Care; Salvation doth increase our Love; Our Hearts hath felt they fear. Now Glory be to God on High, Salvation high and low; And thus the Soul on Christ rely, To Heaven surely go. Come, Blessed Jesus, Heavenly Dove, Accept Repentance here; Salvation give, with tender Love; Let us with Angels share. Finis.
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I O come you pious youth! adore The wisdom of thy God, In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy word. II Thou mightst been left behind Amidst a dark abode; God's tender mercy still combin'd Thou hast the holy word. III Fair wisdom's ways are paths of peace, And they that walk therein, Shall reap the joys that never cease And Christ shall be their king. IV God's tender mercy brought thee here; Tost o'er the raging main; In Christian faith thou hast a share, Worth all the gold of Spain. V While thousands tossed by the sea, And others settled down, God's tender mercy set thee free, From dangers that come down. VI That thou a pattern still might be, To youth of Boston town, The blessed Jesus set thee free, From every sinful wound. VII The blessed Jesus, who came down, Unvail'd his sacred face, To cleanse the soul of every wound, And give repenting grace. VIII That we poor sinners may obtain The pardon of our sin; Dear blessed Jesus now constrain And bring us flocking in. IX Come you, Phillis, now aspire, And seek the living God, So step by step thou mayst go higher, Till perfect in the word. X While thousands mov'd to distant shore, And others left behind, The blessed Jesus still adore, Implant this in thy mind. XI Thou hast left the heathen shore; Thro' mercy of the Lord, Among the heathen live no more, Come magnify thy God. XII I pray the living God may be, The shepherd of thy soul; His tender mercies still are free, His mysteries to unfold. XIII Thou, Phillis, when thou hunger hast, Or pantest for thy God; Jesus Christ is thy relief, Thou hast the holy word. XIV The bounteous mercies of the Lord Are hid beyond the sky, And holy souls that love His word, Shall taste them when they die. XV These bounteous mercies are from God, The merits of His Son; The humble soul that loves his word, He chooses for His own. XVI Come, dear Phillis, be advis'd To drink Samaria's flood, There's nothing that shall suffice But Christ's redeeming blood. XVII While thousands muse with earthly toys; and range about the street; Dear Phillis, seek for heaven's joys, Where we do hope to meet. XVIII When God shall send his summons down And number saints together Blest angels chant (Triumphant sound) Come live with me forever. XIX The humble soul shall fly to God, And leave the things of time. Stand forth as 'twere at the first word, To taste things more divine. XX Behold! the soul shall waft away, Whene'er we come to die, And leave its cottage made of clay, In twinkling of an eye. XXI Now glory be to the Most High, United praises given By all on earth, incessantly, And all the hosts of heav'n.