FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. 
 
 BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
 
 THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
 
 I 
 
OF t^ SEP 3« 1936^ 
 
 THE L^mf. ' 
 
 ^4 
 
 • In the bonds of living friendship, 
 
 Rallying now are we ; 
 One great hope inspires each bosom, 
 
 Mark it I 't is to free, 
 From its shameful degradation, 
 
 Ceushed humanity." 
 
 PUBLISHED FOR THE 
 
 LEAGUE OF UNIVERSAL BUOTHERHOOD, 
 BY HENRY J. ROWLAND, 
 
 WORCESTER, MASS. 
 
The League of Universal Brotherhood 
 
 is composed of all thoce persons, without distinction of age, eex, 
 color or condition, who have signed the following Pledge. The 
 Pledge was written by Elihu Burbitt, and was first offered for sig- 
 nature, and signed by the author and nineteen other persons, at 
 Pershore, England, July 29, 1846. It has since been adopted by 
 upwards of 40,000 persons, including some 500 ministers of the 
 Gospel, with numerous others of the best men and women on both 
 sides of the Atlantic. But there is room for millions more within 
 the extended arms of the League, and all who wish well to their 
 brother man are kindly invited to come up and join us. 
 
 PLEDGE. 
 
 Believing all war to be inconsistent M'ith the spirit of 
 Christianity, and destructive of the best interests of man- 
 kind, I do hereby pledge myself never to eulist or enter into 
 any army or navy or to yield any voliaitary support or sanc- 
 tion to the preparation for or prosecution of any war, by 
 whomsoever, or for whatsoever proposed, declared, or waged. 
 And I do hereby associate myself with all persons, of what- 
 ever country, condition, or color, who have signed, or shall 
 hereafter sign this pledge, in a "League of Universal 
 Brotherhood ;" whose object shall be to employ all legiti- 
 mate and moral means for the abolition of all war, and all 
 the spirit and all the manifestations of war, throughout the 
 world : for the abolition of all restrictions upon international 
 correspondence and friendly intercourse, and of whatever 
 else tends to make enemies of nations, or prevents their 
 fusion into one peaceful brotherhood ; fjr the abolition of all 
 institutions and customs which do not recognize and respect 
 the image of God, and a human brother in every man, of 
 whatever clime, color, or condition of humanity. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 L. M. PlERPONT. 
 
 Old Hundred, Knox. 
 
 The true place of Worship. 
 Not now on Zion's height alone, 
 
 O God, thy worshippers may dwell ; 
 Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son 
 
 Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well. 
 
 From every place below the skies, 
 
 The grateful song, the fervent prayer, — 
 
 The incense of the heart, — may rise 
 To heaven, and find acceptance there. 
 
 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, 
 
 And strength, and beauty, bend the knee, 
 
 And childhood lisp, with reverent air, 
 Its praises, and its prayers to thee ! 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 4 O Thou, to whom in ancient time, 
 
 The lyre of prophet bards was strung, 
 To thee at last, in every clime, 
 
 Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. 
 
 2 C. M. H. Martineau. 
 
 Dundee, Kuler. 
 
 Equality. 
 
 1 All men are equal in their birth. 
 
 Heirs of the earth and skies ; 
 All men are equal when that earth 
 Fails from their dying eyes, 
 
 2 'Tis man alone who difference sees. 
 
 And speaks of high and low ; 
 And worships those, and tramples these, 
 While the same path they go. 
 
 3 O, let man hasten to restore 
 
 To all their rights of love ! 
 In power and wealth exult no more. 
 In wisdom lowly move. 
 
 4 Ye great! renounce your earth-born pride, 
 
 Ye low ! your shame and fear ; 
 Live, as ye worship, side by side ; 
 Your common claims revere. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 3 S. M. J. Johns. 
 
 Olmutz. 
 
 Human Brotherhood. 
 
 1 Hush the loud cannon's roar, 
 
 The frantic warrior's call ! 
 Why should the earth be drenched in gore ? 
 Are we not brothers all ? 
 
 2 Want, from the wretch depart ! 
 
 Chains, from the captive fall; 
 Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor's heart, — 
 Sufferers are brothers all. 
 
 3 Let love and truth alone 
 
 Hold human hearts in thrall. 
 That heaven, its work at length may own, 
 And men be brothers all. 
 
 4 L. M. W. C. Bryant. 
 
 Hebron, Panama. 
 
 For the opening of a League Meeting. 
 1 O, let thy peace, dear Lord, that tames 
 The wayward heart, be with us here, 
 That quenches passion's fiercest flames, 
 And thaws the deadly frost of fear. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 2 And send thy love ; the love that bears 
 Meekly, with hate, and scorn, and wrong ; 
 And loads itself with generous cares ; 
 And toils, and hopes, and watches long. 
 
 3 Here may bold tongues thy truth proclaim, 
 Unmingled with the dreams of men, 
 
 As from his holy lips it came, 
 Who died for us, and rose again. 
 
 I . L. M. Watts. 
 
 Ward, Malvern. 
 
 The Word of Truth. 
 
 1 There is a stream, whose gentle flow 
 Supplies the city of our God ; 
 
 Life, love, and joy still gliding through, 
 And watering our divine abode. 
 
 2 That sacred stream, thy holy word, 
 Supports our faith, our fear controls ; 
 Sweet peace thy promises afford, 
 
 And give new strength to fainting souls. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 6 C. M. COWPER. 
 
 Bowdoin Square, Homer. 
 
 The Bible a light. 
 
 1 What glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 Majestic, like the sun : 
 It gives a light to every age ; 
 It gives — but borrows none. 
 
 2 The power that gave it, still supplies 
 
 The gracious light and heat ; 
 Its truths upon the nations rise ; 
 They rise — but never set. 
 
 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine 
 
 For such a bright display, 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heavenly day. 
 
 7 L. M. Watts. 
 
 Old Hundred. 
 
 The Sovereign Jehovah. 
 I Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
 
 Ye nations bow with sacred joy, 
 Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
 He can create, and he destroy. 
 
10 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 2 Wide as the world is thy command, 
 Vast as eternity, thy love ; 
 Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, 
 
 When rolling years shall cease to move, 
 
 8 C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 St. Johns, Byrd. 
 
 Mission of Christ. 
 
 1 Hark! the glad sound; the Saviour comes, 
 
 The Saviour promised long; 
 Let every heart prepare a throne, 
 And every voice a song. 
 
 2 He comes, the prisoner to release, 
 
 In cruel bondage held: 
 The gates of brass before him burst, 
 The iron fetters yield. 
 
 3 He comes, from thickest films of vice, 
 
 To clear the mental ray; 
 And, on the eyes oppressed with night, 
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
 
 The bleeding soul to cure ; 
 
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 And, with the treasures of his grace, 
 To enrich the humble poor. 
 
 5 Our glad hosannas. Prince of Peace, 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
 And heaven's eternal arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
 9 L. M. Dobell's Col. 
 
 Missionary Chant, Park Street 
 
 Birth of Christ. 
 
 1 Wake, every soul, and hail the morn, 
 For unto us a Saviour's born ; 
 
 See, how the angels wing their way, 
 To usher in the glorious day ! 
 
 2 Hark ! what sweet music — what a song — 
 Sounds from the bright, celestial throng ! 
 Sweet smig — whose melting sounds impart 
 Joy to each raptured listening heart. 
 
 3 Come, join the angels from the sky, 
 Glory to God who reigns on high ; 
 Let peace and love on earth abound, 
 While time revolves its years around. 
 
12 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 J Q CM. Montgomery's Col. 
 
 Peterboro', Zerah. 
 
 The same. 
 
 1 To us a child of hope is born, 
 
 To us a son is given ; 
 Him shall the tribes of earth obey. 
 Him, all the hosts of heaven. 
 
 2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace^ 
 
 Forevermore adored, 
 The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
 The great and mighty Lord. 
 
 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread ; 
 
 His reign no end shall know ; 
 Justice shall guard his throne above, 
 And peace abound below. 
 
 11 S. M. Anon. 
 
 Siiawuiut, Lodi. 
 
 The same. 
 1 We come with joyful song. 
 To hail this hippy morn; 
 Glad tidings from an angel's tongue, 
 " This day is Jesus born!" 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 13 
 
 2 What transport does his name 
 
 To sinful man afford; 
 His glorious titles we proclaim — 
 A Saviour — Christ — the Lord! 
 
 3 Glory to God on high, 
 
 All hail the happy morn : 
 We join the anthem from the sky, 
 And sing, *'the Saviour's born." 
 
 13 S. M. Needham, 
 
 Boylston, Bralton. 
 
 Salvation. 
 
 1 Behold the Prince of Peace, 
 
 The chosen of the Lord, 
 
 God's well beloved Son fulfills 
 
 The sure prophetic word. 
 
 2 No royal pomp adorns 
 
 This King of righteousness ; 
 Meekness and patience, truth and love, 
 Compose his princely dress. 
 
 3 Jesus, the light of men ! 
 
 His doctrine life imparts; 
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 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 O, may we feel its quickening power 
 To warm and glad our hearts. 
 
 4 Cheered by its beams, our souls 
 Shall run the heavenly way ; 
 The path which Christ has marked and trod, 
 Leads to eternal day. 
 
 13 C. M. Tappan. 
 
 Cambridge, Groton. 
 
 Rcdetiijjtion. 
 
 1 Hark ! 'tis the prophet of the skies 
 
 Proclaims redemption near ; 
 The night of death and bondage flies, 
 The dawning tints appear. 
 
 2 Zion, from deepest shades of gloom, 
 
 Awakes to glorious day ; 
 Her desert wastes with verdure bloom. 
 Her shadows flee away. 
 
 3 The gladdening news conveyed afar, 
 
 Remotest nations hear; 
 To welcome Bethlehem's rising star, 
 The ransom.ed tribes appear. 
 
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 Again in Judah swells the song, 
 
 The choral breaks again ; 
 While earth's wide shores the strains prolong, 
 
 ''Good will, and peace to men." 
 
 X4c L. M. Watts. 
 
 Duke Street, Farmington. 
 
 Reign of Christ. 
 
 1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
 Does his successive journies run ; 
 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 
 2 Blessings abound where'er he reigns ; 
 The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; 
 The weary find eternal rest, 
 
 And all the sons of want are blest. 
 
 3 Let every nation rise and bring 
 Peculiar honors to their king ; 
 Angels descend to earth again. 
 
 With words of peace and truth to men. 
 
16 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 15 L. M. VOKE. 
 
 Hamburg, Wilton. 
 
 1 Exert thy power, thy rights maintain, 
 Insulted, everlasting King ! 
 
 The influence of thy crown increase, 
 And nations to thy footstool bring. 
 
 2 From east to west, from north to south, 
 Emmanuel's kingdom shall extend, 
 Till every man in every face. 
 
 Shall meet a brother and a friend. 
 
 1Q CM. Gibbons. 
 
 Bowdoin Square. Zauesville. 
 
 Prayer for Peace. 
 
 1 Lord, send thy word, and let it fly, 
 
 Armed with thy Spirit's power ; 
 The nations shall confess its sway. 
 And bless the saving hour. 
 
 2 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch 
 
 Her wings from shore to shore ; 
 No trump shall rouse the rage of war, 
 Nor murderous cannon roar. 
 
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 3 Lord, for those days we wait, — those days 
 
 Are in thy word foretold ; 
 Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring 
 This promised age of gold. 
 
 4 Amen — with joy divine, let earth's 
 
 Unnumbered myriads cry ; 
 Amen — with joy divine, let heaven's 
 Unnumbered choirs reply. 
 
 1*7 CM. Scotch Paraphrase. 
 
 Canterbury, llodney. 
 
 1 The beams that shine from Zion's hill 
 
 Shall lighten every land ; 
 The King who reigns in Salem's towers, 
 Shall the whole world command. 
 
 2 Among the nations he shall judge ; 
 
 His judgments, truth shall guide ; 
 His sceptre shall protect the just, 
 And crush the oppressor's pride. 
 
 3 No wars shall rage, no hostile feuds 
 
 Disturb those peaceful years ; 
 To plowshares men shall beat their swords. 
 To pruning-hooks their spears. 
 
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 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 18 S. M. L. H. S. 
 
 Boylsfcon, Grove < 
 
 Prayer for Peace» 
 
 1 Check, at their fountain head, 
 O God, the streams of strife ! 
 
 Nor let misguided man rejoice 
 To take his brother's life. 
 
 2 To history's blazoned page 
 Touch the pure wand of truth, 
 
 And bid its heroes stand unveiled 
 Before the eye of youth. 
 
 3 Press by each quiet hearth, 
 The gospel's peaceful claims, 
 
 Nor let a christian nation bless 
 What its meek Master blames. 
 
 4 So shall the seeds of hate 
 Be strangled in their birth, 
 
 And Peace, the angel of thy love, 
 Rule o'er the enfranchised earth. 
 
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 19 S. M. E. D. 
 
 St. Thomas, Shirland. 
 
 The Same. 
 
 1 Great Teacher, sent from God, 
 With messages divme, 
 
 O, let the holy beams of truth, 
 O'er the peeled nations, shine. 
 
 2 And wheresoever man 
 Smites, in his phrenzied wrath, 
 
 The gently opening flowers of love, 
 That bloom along his path ; 
 
 3 There may thy words of peace, 
 Like Hermon's dew, distil : 
 
 Say to the madly tossing waves 
 Of human strife, " be still." 
 
 4 Beneath thy high control, 
 And purified by grace. 
 
 Earth shall of joy and peace become 
 The anointed dwelling place. 
 
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 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 20 L. M. H. Ballou. 
 
 Hamburg, Noble 
 
 1 Jesus his empire shall extend ; 
 
 Beneath his gentle sway, 
 Kings of the earth shall humbly bend ; 
 And his commands obey. 
 
 2 From sea to sea, from shore to shore. 
 
 All nations shall be blest; 
 We hear the voice of war no more — 
 He gives his people rest. 
 
 3 Long as the sun shall rule the day, 
 
 Or moon shall cheer the night, 
 The Saviour shall his sceptre sway, 
 With unresisted might. 
 
 21 CM. Gibbons. 
 
 Bowdoin Square. Kyger. 
 
 1 Great God, the nations of the earth 
 
 Are by creation thine ; 
 And in thy works, by all beheld, 
 Thy radiant glories shine. 
 
 2 But, Lord, thy greater love hath sent 
 
 Thy gospel to mankind, 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 ^1 
 
 Unveiling what rich stores of grace 
 Are treasured in thy mind. 
 
 3 O, when shall these glad tidings spread 
 
 The spacious earth around, 
 
 Till every nation, kindred, tribe, 
 
 Shall hear the joyful sound 1 
 
 4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 
 
 To spread the gospel's rays, 
 And build on sin's demolished throne 
 The temples of thy praise. 
 
 22 7s. & 6s. Montgomery. 
 
 Tlie Watcher. 
 
 The Eternal Kingdom. 
 1 Hail to the Lord's annointed. 
 Great David's greater son ! 
 Hail, in the time appointed, 
 
 His reign on earth begun : 
 He comes to break oppression, 
 
 To set the captive free. 
 To take away transgression. 
 And rule in equity. 
 
22 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 2 He comes with succor speedy, 
 
 To those who suffer wrong ; 
 To help the poor and needy, 
 
 And bid the weak be strong : 
 To give them songs for sighing. 
 
 Their darkness turn to light, 
 Whose souls, condemned and dying, 
 
 Were precious in his sight. 
 
 3 He shall come down, like showers, 
 
 Upon the fruitful earth, 
 And love and joy like flowers, 
 
 Spring in his path to birth : 
 Before him on the mountains. 
 
 Shall peace, the herald go ; 
 And righteousness in fountains, 
 
 From hill to valley flow. 
 
 23 '^^' Spirit of the Psalms, 
 
 Teleman's Chant. 
 
 1 Hasten, Lord ! the glorious time, 
 When, beneath Messiah's sway, 
 Every nation, every clime, 
 Shall the gospel-call obey. 
 
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 2 Mightiest kings his power shall own, 
 
 Heathen tribes his name adore ; 
 Satan and his host, o'erthrown. 
 
 Bound in chains, shall hurt no more, 
 
 3 Then shall wars and tumults cease. 
 
 Then be banished grief and pain ; 
 Righteousness, and joy, and peace, 
 Undisturbed, shall ever reign. 
 
 4 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord ; 
 
 Ever praise his glorious name ; 
 All his mighty acts record ; 
 
 All his wondrous love proclaim. 
 
 24 8s. & 7s. E. D. 
 
 Rockwell, Greenville. 
 
 1 Through humanity's broad heavens. 
 
 See ! a mighty angel flies : 
 Priest of an eternal gospel, 
 
 To the tribes of men he cries : 
 " Peace, be still !" Let earth no longer 
 
 Groan beneath the unvialled wrath, 
 Which the war-god, in his vengeance, 
 
 Pours along his burning path. 
 
24 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 2 " Peace, be still !" The word is spoken ; 
 
 Holy legions cry, Amen : 
 Sin's strong fetter-links are broken 
 
 From the hearts and limbs of men ; 
 And the wide earth's upronsed passions, 
 
 From their mad commotion cease : 
 Round thy living rock. Salvation, 
 
 Lo they break, and whisper, " peace." 
 
 25 C. M. Sp. of the Psalm8. 
 
 St, Martins, Stockton. 
 
 The Guiding Star. 
 1 Bright was the guiding star that led, 
 With mild benignant ray. 
 The Gentiles to the lowly bed, 
 Where our Redeemer lay. 
 
 3 But lo ! a brighter, clearer light 
 
 Now points to his abode, 
 It shines through sin, and sorrow's night, 
 To guide us to the Lord. 
 
 3 O, haste to follow where it leads, 
 The gracious call obey ; 
 
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 Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, 
 The Christian's destined way. 
 
 4 O, gladly tread the narrow path, 
 While light and grace are given ; 
 Who meekly follow Christ on earth, 
 Shall reign with him in heaven. 
 
 26 C- M. E. H. Sears. 
 
 Marlow, Groton. 
 
 Christmas. 
 
 1 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 
 
 There comes a holy calm, 
 And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, 
 Her silent groves of palm. 
 
 2 ''Glory to God !" the sounding skies 
 
 Loud with their anthems ring ; — 
 " Peace to the earth — good will to man, 
 From heaven's eternal King!" 
 
 3 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem ! 
 
 The Saviour now is come ! 
 And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains 
 Breaks the first Christmas morn. 
 3 
 
26 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 27 C. M. S. F. Smith. 
 
 Byrd, Cambridge. 
 
 Heralds of Peace. 
 
 1 Most gracious to fulfill thy word, 
 
 Almighty to defend, — 
 To reap thy ripened harvest, Lord, 
 Thy chosen servants send. 
 
 2 Send to the east the valiant band ; 
 
 Send to each distant pole ; 
 Send to the west; o'er every land, 
 Salvation's current roll. 
 
 3 Heralds of peace, we come ! we come ! 
 
 On love's swift wings we fly ; 
 Ye dead in sin, O live ; ye dumb, 
 In hallelujahs cry. 
 
 4 Haste, haste, ye years of toil and wo ; 
 
 Heaven, earth, break forth and sing, 
 "The kingdoms of the world are now 
 Thy conquest, peerless king." 
 
 . 5 Amen, amen ; let echoing praise 
 Swell like the sounding sea ; 
 
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 To God, to God, those rapturous lays, 
 That tide of praise shall be. 
 
 28 ^^- BOWRING. 
 
 Watchman tell us of night, Pcuu. 
 
 Christ's Kingdom coming. 
 
 1 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
 
 What its signs of promise are. 
 Traveller ! o'er yon mountain height, 
 
 See that glory-beaming star. 
 Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 
 
 Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
 Traveller! yes; it brings the day. 
 
 Promised day of Israel. 
 
 2 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
 
 Higher yet that star ascends. 
 Traveller ! blessedness and light. 
 
 Peace and truth its course portends 1 
 Watchman ! will its beams alone 
 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
 Traveller ! ages are its own, 
 
 See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 
 
28 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 3 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
 
 For the morning seems to dawn. 
 Traveller ! darkness takes its flight, 
 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
 Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; 
 
 Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
 Traveller ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, 
 
 Lo ! the Son of God is come ! 
 
 29 S. M. Watts. 
 
 Lisbon, Clarence. 
 
 1 How beauteous are their feet, 
 
 Who stand on Zion's hill ! 
 Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
 And words of peace reveal. 
 
 2 How charming is their voice ! 
 
 How sweet the tidings are ! 
 " Zion, behold thy Saviour King; 
 He reigns and triumphs here." 
 
 3 How happy are our ears. 
 
 That hear this joyful sound. 
 Which kings and prophets waited for, 
 And sought, but never found ! 
 
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 4 How blessed are our eyes, 
 
 That see this heavenly light ! 
 Prophets and kings desired it long, 
 But died without the sight. 
 
 5 The watchmen join their voice, 
 
 And tuneful notes employ ; 
 
 Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
 
 And deserts learn the joy. 
 
 6 The Lord makes bare his arm, 
 
 Through all the earth abroad, 
 Let every nation now behold, 
 Their Saviour and their God. 
 
 30 L- M. BOWRING. 
 
 Luther's Chant, Uxbridge. 
 
 1 Upon the gospel's sacred page, 
 
 The gathered beams of ages shine; 
 And, as it hastens, every age 
 
 But makes its brightness more divine. 
 
 2 On mightier wing, in loftier flight, 
 
 From year to year does knowledge soar ; 
 And, as it soars, the Gospel light 
 
 Adds to its influence more and more. 
 
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 3 Truth, strengthened by the strength of thought, 
 
 Pours inexhaustible supplies. 
 Whence sagest teachers may be taught, 
 And wisdom's self become more wise. 
 
 4 More glorious still, as centuries roll, 
 
 New regions blessed, new powers unfurled. 
 Expanding with the expanding soul, 
 Its waters shall o'erflow the world; — 
 
 5 Flow to restore, but not destroy ; 
 
 As when the cloudless lamp of day 
 Pours out its floods of light and joy. 
 And sweeps each lingering mist away. 
 
 31 L. M. Steele. 
 
 Hebron, Malvin. 
 
 The Christian Life. 
 
 1 And is the Gospel peace and love ? 
 
 Such let our conversation be; 
 
 The serpent blended with the dove, 
 
 Wisdom with meek simplicity. 
 
 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, 
 
 And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, 
 
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 On Jesus let us fix our eyes, 
 
 Bright pattern of the christian life. 
 
 3 O, how benevolent and kind ! 
 
 How mild ! how ready to forgive ! 
 Be this the temper of our mind, 
 And his the rules by which we live. 
 
 4 To do his heavenly Father's will 
 
 Was his employment and delight, 
 Humanity and holy zeal 
 
 Shone through his life divinely bright. 
 
 5 Dispensing good where're he came, 
 
 The labors of his life were love; 
 If then we love the Saviour's name, 
 That love by duty let us prove. 
 
 32 C. M. Watts. 
 
 Peterboro, Irwin. 
 
 1 Happy is he who fears the Lord, 
 And follows his command; 
 Who lends the poor without reward, 
 Or gives with liberal hand. 
 
32 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 2 As pity dwells within his breast, 
 
 To all the sons of need; 
 So God shall answer his request, 
 With blessings on his seed. 
 
 3 In times of danger and distress, 
 
 Some beams of light shall shine, 
 To show the world his righteousness, 
 And give him peace divine. 
 
 4 His works of piety and love, 
 
 Remain before the Lord ; 
 Honor on earth, and joys above, 
 Shall be his sure reward. 
 
 33 C. M. Doddridge. 
 
 Arlington, Mear. 
 
 1 Father of mercies! send thy grace, 
 
 All powerful from above, 
 To form in our obedient souls. 
 The Image of thy love. 
 
 2 O, may our sympathising breasts 
 
 The generous pleasure know, 
 Kindly to share in others joy, 
 And weep for others woe. 
 
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 3 When the poor helpless sons of grief, 
 In low distress are laid, 
 Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 
 And swift our hands to aid. 
 
 34 C. M. Peabody. 
 
 Barby. 
 
 Who is my neighbor? 
 
 1 Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou 
 
 Hast power to aid or bless ; 
 Whose aching heart, or burning brow, 
 Thy soothing hand may press. 
 
 2 Thy neighbor? 'tis the fainting poor, 
 
 Whose eye with want is dim; 
 O, enter thou his humble door. 
 With aid and peace for him. 
 
 3 Thy neighbor ? he who drinks the cup 
 
 When sorrow drowns the brim ; 
 With words of high, sustaining hope, 
 Go thou and comfort him. 
 
 4 Thy neighbor? 'tis the weary slave, 
 
 Fettered in mind and limb ; 
 
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 Whose only rest is in the grave; 
 Go thou and ransom him. 
 
 5 Thy neighbor? pass no mourner by; 
 Perhaps thou canst redeem 
 A breaking heart from misery ; 
 Go share thy lot with him. 
 
 35 "^s. E. D. 
 
 Rhine. 
 
 Do thy duty; tmst in God. 
 
 1 Firm, as is the living rock, 
 
 When in majesty it braves 
 Ocean, with the rudest shock 
 Of its tempest-lifted waves, — 
 
 2 Peaceful, as the mountain's height, 
 
 Flooded with the rays of heaven. 
 While the storm clouds, dark as night, 
 Round its rooted base are driven, — 
 
 3 Shall his trusting soul abide 
 
 Through life's weary, wild affray, 
 Who, whatever may betide. 
 Follows Jesus in the way. 
 
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 4 What can shake that spirit's trust? 
 
 Tyranny, with iron tread? 
 Or, amid its gore and lust, 
 
 Battle, with its lightnings red ? 
 
 5 Firm and peaceful he shall stand — 
 
 Heeding no oppressor's rod — 
 Who obeys the great command, 
 **Do thy duty, — trust in God." 
 
 36 L- M. Anon. 
 
 Hamburg. 
 
 1 Let warriors tremble, when they dare 
 
 To take thine awful name in vain, 
 And say that thou, great God! wast there, 
 Strengthening their arms to kill the slain ! 
 
 2 That from thy throne thou lookedst down 
 
 With joy upon the murderer's blade; 
 And cheered them on to seek renown, 
 
 By slaughtering men whom thou hast made. 
 
 3 O, blasphemy ! most dark — profound, — 
 
 Could but an angel from above 
 Descend to cast his glance around, 
 And answer "No, for 'God is love!'" 
 
36 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 37 C. M. Heber. 
 
 Peterborough, 
 
 The Seeds of Peace. 
 
 1 O God, by whom the seed is given, 
 
 By whom the harvest blest; 
 Whose word, like mamia sent from heaven, 
 Is planted in our breast. 
 
 2 Preserve it from the passing feet, 
 
 And plunderers of the air; 
 The sultry sun's intenser heat, 
 And weeds of worldly care. 
 
 3 Though buried deep, or thinly strown, 
 
 Do thou the grace supply, 
 The hope, in earthly furrows sown. 
 Shall ripen in the sky. 
 
 38 ^s- ^s- ^ ^^' Kelly. 
 
 Zion. 
 
 The river of life. 
 
 1 See from Zion's sacred mountain, 
 Streams of livincr water flow; 
 
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 God has opened there a fountain, 
 That supplies the world below ; 
 
 They are blessed 
 Who its sovereign virtues know. 
 
 2 Through ten thousand channels flowing. 
 
 Streams of mercy find their way ; 
 Life and health and peace bestowing, 
 Waking beauty from decay : 
 
 O, ye nations, 
 Hail the long-expected day. 
 
 3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure, 
 
 All enriching as it goes, 
 Lo ! the desert smiles with pleasure, 
 Buds and blossoms as the rose : 
 
 Lo ! the desert 
 Sings for joy where'er it flows. 
 
 3tJ 8s. Sl 7s. Bowring. 
 
 Rockwell, Greenville 
 
 The Cross. 
 1 In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time; 
 4 
 
38 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 All the light of sacred story, 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
 
 Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 
 Never shall the cross forsake me ; 
 Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 
 
 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
 
 Light and love upon my way, 
 From the cross the radiance streaming, 
 Adds more lustre to the day. 
 
 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
 
 By the cross are sanctified ; 
 Peace is there that knows no measure, 
 Joys that through all time abide. 
 
 40 6s. &. 4s. E. D. 
 
 America, Olivet. 
 
 The Peacemakers, 
 1 Not with the flashing steel — 
 Not with the cannon's peal, 
 Or stir of drum, 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 39 
 
 But in the bonds of love ; 
 Our white flag floats above, 
 Her emblem is the dove, 
 'Tis thus we come. 
 
 2 The laws of christian light, 
 These are our weapons bright, 
 
 Our mighty shield ; 
 Christ is our leader high, 
 And the broad plains which lie 
 Beneath the blessed sky. 
 
 Our battle field. 
 
 3 What is that great intent, 
 On which each heart is bent, 
 
 Our hosts among? 
 It is that hate may die, 
 That war's red curse may fly, 
 And war's high praise for aye, 
 
 No more be sung. 
 
 4 That all the poor may rest, 
 Beneath their own vines blest, 
 
 In glorious peace ; 
 
40 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 That death and hell may yield, 
 And human hearts, long steeled, 
 By love's pure drops unsealed, 
 From warfare cease. 
 
 5 On, then, in God's great name, 
 Let each pure spirit's flame 
 
 Burn bright and clear ; 
 Stand firmly in your lot, 
 Cry ye aloud, doubt not. 
 Be every fear forgot, 
 
 Christ leads us here. 
 
 4-1 7s. & 6s. Pratt's Coll. 
 
 Yarmouth, Missionary Hymn. 
 
 The Song of Triumph. 
 1 When shall the voice of singing 
 Flow joyfully along ? 
 When hill and valley ringing 
 With one triumphant song. 
 Proclaim the contest ended. 
 
 And him who once was slain. 
 Again to earth descended, 
 In righteousness to reign > 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 41 
 
 2 Then from the craggy mountain, 
 
 The sacred shout shall fly ; 
 And shady vales and fountains, 
 
 Shall echo the reply : 
 High tower and lowly dwelling 
 
 Shall send the chorus round, 
 All hallelujah swelling 
 
 In one eternal sound. 
 
 4:2 L. M. Whittier. 
 
 Hambxirg, Bovina. 
 
 Mercy — not Sacrifice. 
 
 1 O Thou, at whose rebuke the grave 
 Back to warm life the sleeper gave, 
 Who, waking saw with joy above, 
 
 A brother's face of tenderest love : — 
 
 2 Thou unto whom the blind and lame, 
 The sorrowing and the sin-sick came ; 
 The burden of thy holy faith 
 
 Was love and life, not hate and death. 
 
 3 O, once again thy healing lay 
 
 On the blind eyes which know thee not, 
 
42 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 And let the light of thy pure day 
 Shine in upon the darkened thought. 
 
 4 O, touch the hearts of man, and show 
 The power which in forbearance lies ; 
 And let them feel that mercy now 
 Is better than old sacrifice. 
 
 43 8s. & 6s. E. D. 
 
 Keyshurg. 
 
 The Brave. 
 
 1 Are they the brave who madly rush 
 
 To the stern battle field, 
 Resolved an enemy to crush ; 
 To bid the heart's red fountain gush, 
 
 But not an inch to yield ? 
 
 2 The poet, with his choicest lays, 
 
 May weave for them a crown ; 
 And willing lips their deeds may praise, 
 And nations, shafts on high may raise, 
 
 To blazon their renown ; — 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 43 
 
 3 Yet are they not the truly bold ; 
 
 Fear arms them for the fight ; 
 A fear, unwelcome truth to hold, 
 To strive with errors dark and old, 
 
 And suffer for the Right. 
 
 4 But they are brave who nobly dare 
 
 The world's proud scorn to meet ; 
 And lovingly the truth to bear, 
 Through sin's broad empire every where, 
 
 In conquest or defeat. 
 
 5 Thus Jesus, mid neglect and shame — 
 
 When round him like a flood, 
 The waves of persecution came — 
 Jehovah's message dared proclaim, 
 
 And seal it with his blood. 
 
 44 C. M. Book of Hymns. 
 
 Peterboro', Granger. 
 
 National Sins. 
 1 The land our fathers left to us 
 Is foul with hateful sin ; 
 When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end 
 And hope and joy begin ? 
 
44 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 2 What good, though growing might and wealtli 
 
 Shall stretch from shore to shore, 
 If thus the fatal poison-taint 
 Be only spread the more? 
 
 3 Wipe out, O God, the nation's sin, 
 
 By thine eternal power ; 
 And build not high our yearning hopes, 
 To wither in an hour ! 
 
 4 No outward show, nor fancied strength, 
 
 From thy stern justice saves ; 
 There is no liberty for them 
 
 Who make their brethren slaves. 
 
 45 C. M. E. D. 
 
 Howard, Dorcas. 
 
 The liour of Preedom. 
 
 1 The hour is hastening on apace 
 
 That breaks the bondman's chain ; 
 And, from its dawn of holy light. 
 Oppression shrinks in vain. 
 
 2 Amid thy dews. Eternal Truth ! 
 
 That hour, the slave shall bless; 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 45 
 
 Amid thy bolts, Eternal wrath ! 
 His hoarded wrongs redress ; 
 
 3 Amid thy beams, Eternal Love ! 
 His night of sorrow flee ; 
 O, hasten on, Almighty God, 
 That hour of jubilee. 
 
 46 L. M. Whittier. 
 
 Hebron, Noble. 
 
 The day of Pardon. 
 
 1 O, thou, whose presence went before 
 Our fathers in their weary way, 
 
 As with thy chosen moved of yore, 
 The fire by night, the cloud by day ! 
 
 2 When, from each temple of the free, 
 A nation's song ascends to heaven, 
 Most holy father, unto thee 
 
 Now let our humble prayer be given. 
 
 3 And grant, O Father, that the time 
 Of earth's deliverance may be near. 
 When every land, and tongue, and clime 
 The message of thy love shall hear ; — 
 
46 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 4 When, smitten as with fire from heaven, 
 Shall melt and fall the captive's chain ; 
 And burdened slaves, their fetters riven, 
 Shall stand redeemed by freedom's reign. 
 
 47 6s. & 4s. E. D. 
 
 America, Berkly. 
 
 Oiir Flag. 
 
 1 Our country's starry flag 
 Waves over SLAVES, who drag 
 
 In pain and wo, 
 Oppression's damning chain ; 
 And blood was shed in vain, 
 On many a hill and plain. 
 
 Long years ago. 
 
 2 My countrymen, beware ! 
 Our fathers' earnest prayer 
 
 Was heard on high ; 
 When, with a purpose sealed, 
 Strong in the truth, they kneeled, 
 And unto God appealed 
 
 For Liberty. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 47 
 
 3 Beware ! for God is just : 
 Repent, redeem your trust, 
 
 Unbind the chain : 
 Up, up for liberty ! 
 " Let the oppressed go free," 
 Wash out, from sea to sea, 
 
 In tears, the stain. 
 
 4 So may our land unroll 
 Her flag from pole to pole, 
 
 From east to west ; 
 Sacred to truth and right ; 
 Bearer of peace and light ; 
 And, passed the earth's deep night, 
 
 Man, man be blest. 
 
 48 8s. & 5s. G. F. K. 
 
 The voice of Peace. 
 
 1 This dark world, though full of warring, 
 Has an ear for peace ; 
 Voices breathe through all the jarring, 
 Never-more to cease, — 
 
48 
 
 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 And the theme of those sweet lispers, 
 
 Is the love of all ; 
 Hear ye not their gentle whispers 
 
 Soft as dew drops fall ? 
 
 2 Nation soon shall talk with nation, 
 
 Like two fireside friends, 
 When war's dreadful desolation 
 
 And blind fury ends. 
 War is transient — Peace remaineth, 
 
 Constant to forgive ; 
 Man with blood his hands now staineth, 
 
 But the truth shall live. 
 
 49 E. D. 
 
 -4i>,— Sparkling and bright. 
 
 Song of the Youthful Leaguers. 
 
 1 With hearts that are bounding, and footsteps light, 
 
 And hope from each glad eye beaming; 
 While our hands bear weapons that flash on the sight 
 
 Far brighter than steel in its gleaming, — 
 We come mid the early dews of youth : 
 
 A conquering banner waves o'er us ; 
 And, strong in the heaven-wrought panoply, Truth, 
 
 We march to the conflict before us. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 49 
 
 2 0, earth lies a niin ! her vines in the dust ! 
 
 Her Eden-fonned trellis-work shattered I 
 Her gi-oves and her temples — her beauty and trust — 
 
 By the rough blast of war, crushed and scattered, 
 And man, who, anointed with poAver from above, 
 
 Might have blest it with songs and with gladness, 
 Has labored to banish a heaven of love, 
 
 And usher in hell with its madness. 
 
 But all is not lost ! There is one who can bless 
 
 All the poor to earth's uttermost nation ; 
 Who can roll to the sad, toiling sous of distress, 
 
 In its fullness, the stream of salvation. 
 Pie speaks, and 'tis done ! To the servants of sin, 
 
 Peace, truth, and sweet freedom are given ; 
 Up, Leaguers, and on ! waver not, — we must win. 
 
 For we follow a leader from heaven. 
 
 S. M. G. K, 
 
 Boylston, Dennis. 
 
 Peace. 
 
 1 Peace like a river flows 
 From out the throne of God, 
 
 The heavenly stream no limit knows, 
 O'er all his works abroad. 
 
 2 Haste, Lord, the glorious day, — 
 Assured by sovereign love, — 
 
 50 
 
50 
 
 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 When earth shall all thy will obey, 
 As saints in heaven above. 
 
 51 E D- 
 
 Air^ — National Gratitude. 
 
 The Banner of Love. 
 
 1 Blessed be God ! there's a banner unfurled, 
 
 The emblem it weareth, — the Dove, — 
 Which will yet float triumphantly over the world, 
 
 For the motto it beareth is love. 
 It shall never wave v/here cannons peal, 
 
 Where revel hate and lust ; 
 Where men, impaled on burnished steel, 
 In anguish " bite the dust." 
 But with mild, holy light, 
 On the wild, straining sight 
 Of the nations that watch for the day, 
 It shall shine like a star, 
 Beaming hope from afar, 
 And chasing their darkness away. 
 
 2 War's shattered legions shall rally anew. 
 
 But not in their martial array, 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 51 
 
 As when above them the bald eagle flew, 
 Or the lion growled fierce in the fray ; 
 The eagle shall fold his wing in death, 
 
 The lion shall sleep in his lair — 
 No sound of battle shall stir the breath 
 Of the blessed summer air, — 
 When sweetly along, 
 Earth shall pour her glad song 
 To the conquering Prince of Peace, 
 Whose kingdom of love, 
 With its olive and dove. 
 Shall forever and ever increase. 
 
 52 ^S- ^ "^S- BOWRING. 
 
 The time for loving. 
 
 1 Love ! scatter round thy glories wide. 
 
 On near lands and on far lands ! 
 Love's flowers spring up on every side. 
 Oh wreath them into garlands. 
 
 2 From home to home — from zone to zone. 
 
 All weeds of hate removing ; 
 
r;? 
 
 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 The time — the time for hate is gone, 
 Now is the time for loving. 
 
 3 O'er roofs of peasants — domes of kings, 
 
 Be love the guardian angel ! 
 
 "The holiest of all holy things," 
 
 Is love and love's Evangel ! 
 
 4 Firm as a steadfast rock their throne. 
 
 While shifting years are moving ; 
 The time — the time for hate is gone, 
 Now is the time for loving. 
 
 53 S. M. Fawcett. 
 
 Haverhill, Grove, 
 
 Felioioship. 
 
 1 Blest be the tie that binds 
 Our hearts in christian love ; 
 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to that above. 
 
 2 Before our Father's throne, 
 We pour our ardent prayers ; 
 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 53 
 
 3 When we asunder part ! 
 
 It gives us inward pain ; 
 But we shall still be joined in heart 
 
 And hope to meet again. 
 
 54 ^^- ^ 1^^- MiLTOxV. 
 
 Syria. 
 
 The Advent. 
 
 1 No war nor battle sound 
 Was heard the earth around, 
 
 No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran ; 
 
 But peaceful was the night 
 
 In which the Prince of light, 
 His reign of peace upon the earth began. 
 
 2 No conqueror's sword he bore, 
 Nor warlike armor wore, 
 
 Nor haughty passions roused to contest wild : 
 
 In peace and love he came. 
 
 And gentle was his reign. 
 Which o'er the earth he spread by influence mild. 
 
 3 Unwilling kings obeyed, 
 
 And sheathed the battle blade, 
 And called their bloody legions from the field ; 
 
54 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 In silent awe they wait, 
 And close the warrior's gate, 
 Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield. 
 
 4 The peaceful conquerer goes, 
 
 And triumphs o'er his foes, 
 His weapons drawn from armories above : 
 
 Behold, the vanquished sit, 
 
 Submissive at his feet, 
 And strife and hate are changed to peace and love. 
 
 55 6s. & 10s. E. D. 
 
 Syria, Laketon, 
 
 The Second Advent. 
 
 1 No sound of deadly strife, — 
 No murderous lust of life, 
 
 Shall rend the air, or fill the hearts of men ; 
 
 When, gentle as a dove. 
 
 Omnipotent in love. 
 The Prince of peace shall visit earth again. 
 
 2 O then, where war had rolled, 
 Through ages dark and old, 
 
 His surging billows, dyed with human gore ; 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 55 
 
 The stream of God shall glide 
 To nations far and wide : 
 
 While love's deep anthem swells from shore to shore. 
 
 3 The inebriate's fount of wo, 
 Forever sealed, shall flow 
 
 No more, to desolate the homes of men, 
 
 The oppressor's iron rod, 
 
 Doomed by the living God, 
 Shall never smite the plundered poor again. 
 
 4 See, see! glad beams of light, 
 Athwart sin's heavy night, 
 
 Stream from the morning's widely opening gates ; 
 
 All hail ! the King of kings. 
 
 Abroad his banner flings. 
 And earth subdued, his peaceful reign awaits. 
 
 56 ^s- ^ ''s. Anon. 
 
 Greenville, Rhine. 
 
 Charity. 
 1 In the hour of deepest sorrow, 
 In the hour of deepest woe, 
 
56 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 Wait not for the coming morrow — 
 To the sad and suffering go ; 
 
 Make it thy sincerest pleasure 
 To administer relief — 
 
 Freely opening thy treasure 
 To assuage a brother's grief 
 
 2 Go and seek the orphan sighing — 
 
 Seek the widow in her tears ; 
 As on mercy's pinions flying, 
 
 Go — dispel their darkest fears ; 
 Seek the stranger, sad and weary, 
 
 Pass not on the other side, 
 Though the task be sad and dreary, 
 
 Heeding not the scorn of pride. 
 
 3 Go, with manners unassuming. 
 
 In a meek and quiet way — 
 O'er the father ne'er presuming. 
 
 Though thy brother sadly stray; 
 'Tis a Savior's kind compassion — 
 
 'Tis his righteousness alone. 
 All unmerited salvation 
 
 That around thy path hath shone. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 57 
 
 57 L. M. 6 lines. O. R. H. 
 
 Bovina * 
 
 Music. 
 
 1 How sweetly music floats along 
 
 When skillful fingers touch the strincrs ! 
 And whilst we listen to the song, 
 
 It gives the drooping spirit wings ; 
 But sweeter far are notes that flow 
 From pity's tongue to hearts of woe, 
 
 2 Exalted music is the roar 
 
 Of ocean when the winds are high ; 
 We love to linger on the shore 
 
 And hear the mountain waves dash by ; 
 Yet more exalted is the strain 
 That strives to sooth the heart of pain. 
 
 3 Each little stream makes music sweet, 
 
 By soft'ning hand of spring unbound ; 
 And thousand little songsters meet 
 
 And warble forth a cheerful sound ; — » 
 More cheering is the gentle voice 
 That bids an aching heart rejoice. 
 
 * Omit the Repeat, and close D. C, 
 
58 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 4 For higher joys thou mayst not rove, 
 And purer bliss may not be given, 
 Than to arise with words of love 
 
 And leave them with the heart that's riven ; 
 Then may earth's music all combine, 
 Nor raise a note so sweet as thine. 
 
 58 6s. & 5s. C. T. TORREY. 
 
 Bazetta. 
 
 Oil land of 7ny Fathers ! 
 
 1 Oh land of my fathers ! 
 
 The land of my pride ! 
 Thy shame and thy weakness, 
 Oh where wilt thou hide ! 
 My country, my country, 
 
 I weep over thee, 
 Thou land of the bond slave, 
 Thou scorn of the free ! 
 
 2 The cries of the widow, 
 
 The sighs of. the weak, 
 The tears of the helpless 
 For vengeance shall seek. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 59 
 
 My country, my country, 
 
 The land of my pride, 
 The Judge of the helpless 
 
 How wilt thou abide ! 
 
 Thy sons are in fetters, 
 
 Their manhood is gone. 
 Thy daughters in chains, curse 
 The hour they were born. 
 My country, my country. 
 How mourn I for thee, 
 The day of His Justice, 
 Oh how wilt thou flee ! 
 
 Thy Bibles— thy fetters ! 
 
 Thy Sabbaths — thy whips ! 
 Thy boastings of freedom, 
 With pale, lying lips. 
 
 My country, my country, 
 
 Thy glory is gone ; 
 True manhood abhors thee, 
 Pure woman doth scorn ! 
 
60 
 
 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 5 Oh land of my fathers, 
 How long I for thee, 
 Thy da»k sons and daughters 
 In freedom to see ! 
 
 My country, my country, 
 
 Arise, and be free ! 
 Thy sons, then, no longer 
 Sliall weep over thee ! 
 
 59 8s. Neal's Gazette. 
 
 Northampton. 
 
 Cheer ye each other. 
 
 1 O cheer ye each other with words 
 
 Of gentle and pleasing intent, 
 To strengthen the loosening chords 
 
 Of life with delight and content ; 
 Yes cheer one another along 
 
 In paths ye delight to pursue — 
 A word to dishearten is wrong, 
 
 To those who are striving to do. 
 
 2 Speak cheeringly unto the sad. 
 
 The wounded in heart and the poor — 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 01 
 
 A word of affection makes glad 
 
 And helps the wronged to endure. « 
 
 Disturb not the hope of thy friend, 
 If sorrow it maketh to flee, 
 
 But keep up the dream to the end — 
 In joy let his spirit go free. 
 
 3 Deal gently with others that err — 
 
 'Tis mercy that saveth the lost, 
 And all that thy love may confer 
 
 Can never God's bounty exhaust. 
 O cheer one another along, 
 
 And joy and affection impart — 
 Unkindness of spirit is wrong. 
 
 But blessed the cheerful in heart. 
 
 60 8s. & 5s. J. B. Syme. 
 
 Peace^s Banner Song. 
 1 Peace at last hath raised her banner 
 On the land and main, 
 And her hopeful sons and daughters 
 Gather in her train. 
 6 
 
62 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 Fast they gather, fast they gather, 
 
 In each distant clime, 
 Hailing every man a brother 
 
 Through all coming time. 
 Then hurrah for Peace's banner, 
 
 Free from spot or stain ; 
 Soon to wave a sun-burst over 
 
 All the earth and main. 
 
 2 There are many banners waving 
 
 Over fighting bands. 
 Who with brother's blood are laving 
 
 Sorrow-stricken lands ; 
 But as stars, when morn is breaking. 
 
 Sink before the sun. 
 So these flags shall all evanish 
 
 In the light of one. 
 Then hurrah for Peace's banner. 
 
 Free from bloody stain ; 
 Mark, the sun-beams weave its motto, 
 
 ^' Peace on earth shall reign." 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 63 
 
 61 C. M. D. C. COLESWORTIIY. 
 
 Dundee, Dwight. 
 
 The Happy Man. 
 
 1 Within his ever peaceful breast, 
 
 No angry feelings rise ; 
 Contentment is his constant guest, 
 And every want supplies. 
 
 2 If blest w^ith health, he daily gives 
 
 The needy at his door ; 
 If poor, he thankfully receives, 
 Without a grasp for more. 
 
 3 While others murmur or complain. 
 
 With joy he looks abroad, 
 And in the sunshine and the rain. 
 Sees the kind hand of God. 
 
 In pleasantness and peace his days 
 
 Pass happily away ; 
 Angels approving on him gaze, 
 
 And round his dwelling stay. 
 
64 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 62 C. M. E. D. 
 
 Fulton, Brattle Street. 
 
 *^ He that ruleth his spirit, is better than he 
 that taketh a city^ — SolomOxN. 
 
 1 Bring laurel for the victor's brow, 
 
 That will not fade away ; 
 And let the light of jewels bright, 
 Among the laurel play. 
 
 2 Sing praises to the conqueror now ! 
 
 Earth, the glad strain prolong ! 
 God bless his name, for whom we claim, 
 Green bays, and choral song. 
 
 3 List, brother leaguers ! twine no wreath, 
 
 The hoary chief to crown. 
 Whose ranks of steel, with iron peel, 
 Tread a great city down. 
 
 4 No. Deeds like his shall be abhorred 
 
 By ages yet unborn ; 
 And earth with shame pronounce his name, 
 Or cast it by in scorn. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 65 
 
 5 Oh ! better, mightier far is he, 
 
 Who rules in peace, within ; 
 Great is his deed, and rich his meed, — 
 The vanquisher of sin. 
 
 6 And happier far than kings, are they 
 
 Who toil, with patient love, 
 To stanch the flow of human wo ; 
 For they shall reign above. 
 
 63 8s & 7s. Asa Fitz. 
 
 Air—" The Old Granite State." 
 
 Freedom's glorious banner. 
 
 1 Strike, for Freedom's glorious banner, 
 
 Let its pinions wide extend ; 
 We are marching for dominion, 
 Freedom's conquests we'll defend ; 
 Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! 
 For freedom's glorious day. 
 
 2 Onward in the march of ages. 
 
 Freedom swears eternal day ; 
 Now she claims immortal praises. 
 Chains and shackles melt away ; 
 Hurra, &c. 
 
66 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 3 Freedom's banner, pure, unsullied, 
 
 By the stains of bloody strife, 
 Ne'er shall wave o'er war's dominion, 
 IjOVc shall save the brother's life ; 
 Hurra, &-c. 
 
 4 Soon shall dawn the glorious era, 
 
 Man in man a friend shall meet ; 
 Blessed, happy, peaceful morning. 
 When her reign may be complete ; 
 Hurra, &/C. 
 
 64 C. M. Anon. 
 
 Marlow, Palestrina. 
 
 Brotherly Love. 
 
 1 Our God is love, and all his saints 
 
 His image bear below ; 
 The heart with love to God inspired, 
 With love to man will glow. 
 
 2 Teach us to love each other, Lord, 
 
 As we are lov'd of thee ! 
 For none are truly born of God, 
 Who live in enmity. 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 67 
 
 3 Heirs of the same immortal bliss, 
 
 Our hopes and fears the same, 
 With bonds of love our hearts unite, 
 With mutual love inflame. 
 
 4 So shall the vain, contentious world, 
 
 Our peaceful lives approve, 
 And wondering say, as they of old, 
 " See how these Christians love !" 
 
 g5 L. M. Mrs. Sigourney. 
 
 Ward, Malvern. 
 
 Peace. 
 
 1 " Peace " was the song the angels sang 
 
 When Jesus sought this vale of tears ; 
 And sweet the heavenly prelude rang, 
 To calm the watchful shepherds' fears. 
 
 2 " War " is the word that man hath spoke. 
 
 Convulsed by passions dark and dread ; 
 And pride enforced a lawless yoke, 
 
 Even where the Gospel's banners spread. 
 
 3 '^ Peace" was the prayer the Savior breathed, 
 
 When from our world his steps withdrew ; 
 
68 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 The gift he to his friends bequeathed 
 With Calvary and the cross in view. 
 4 Redeemer, with adoring love, 
 
 Our spirits take thy rich bequest ; 
 
 The watchword of the host above, 
 The passport to their realms of rest. 
 
 QQ S. M. R. GiLFILLAN. 
 
 Olmutz, Lodi. 
 
 So7ig of Peace. 
 
 1 Awake the song of peace, 
 
 Let nations join the strain ; 
 The march of blood and pomp of war 
 
 We will not have again ! 
 Let fruit-trees crown our fields, 
 
 And flowers our valleys fair ; 
 And on our mountains steep, the songs 
 
 Of happy swains be there ! 
 
 2 Our maidens shall rejoice, 
 
 And bid the timbrel sound ; 
 Soft dreams no more shall broken be 
 With drums parading round ; 
 
SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 69 
 
 No tears for lovers slain, 
 
 From lovely eyes shall fall ; 
 But music and the dance shall come 
 
 In halcyon joys to all. 
 
 Come, man, to brother man, 
 
 Come in the bond of peace; 
 Then strife and war, with all their train 
 
 Of dark'ning woe shall cease ; 
 Come, with that spirit free, 
 
 That art and science give ; 
 Come with that patient mind for truth, 
 
 Seek it, and ye shall live. 
 
 The earth shall yield her fruit. 
 
 The seasons forth shall bring ; 
 And summer fair shall pour her sweets 
 
 Into the lap of Spring : 
 While Autumn, mellow, comes 
 
 With full and liberal hand ; 
 And gladness then shall fill each heart 
 
 Through all this happy land. 
 
70 SONGS OF THE LEAGUE. 
 
 g*7 L. M. SiGOURNEY. 
 
 Missionary Chant, Orwell. 
 
 Victory. 
 
 1 Waft not to me the blast of fame, 
 
 That swells the trump of victory ; 
 For to my ear it gives the name 
 Of slaughter and of misery. 
 
 2 Where the sad widov^r weeping stands, 
 
 As if her day of hope was done ; 
 Where the wild mother clasps her hands, 
 And asks the victor for her son ; 
 
 3 Where, midst that desolated land, 
 
 The sire, lamenting o'er his son, 
 
 Extends his pale and powerless hand, 
 
 And finds its only prop is gone ; 
 
 4 See, how the bands of war and woe 
 
 Have rifled sweet domestic bliss ; 
 And tell me if your laurels grow. 
 And flourish in a soil like this. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 All men are equal in their birth, 
 
 And is the gospel peace and love, 
 
 Are they the brave who madly rush. 
 
 Awake the song of peace, 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
 
 Behold the Prince of Peace, 
 
 Blessed be God, there's a banner unfurled 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds. 
 
 Bright was the guiding star that led, 
 
 Bring laurel for the victor's brow. 
 
 Check at their fountain head, 
 
 Exert thy power— thy rights maintain, 
 
 Father of mercies, send thy grace, 
 
 Firm as is the living rock, 
 
 Great God, the nations of the earth. 
 
 Great Teacher sent from God, . 
 
 Hail to the Lord's anointed, 
 
 Hark ! 'tis the prophet of the skies, . 
 
 Hark ! the glad sound, the Savior comes, 
 
 Happy is he who fears the Lord, 
 
 Hasten Lord the glorious time, . 
 
 How beauteous are their feet. 
 
 How sweetly music floats along, 
 
 Hush the loud cannon's roar. 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory. 
 
 In the hour of deepest sorrow, 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 
 
 Jesus his empire shall extend. 
 
 Let warriors tremble when they dare 
 
 Lord, send thy word and let it fly. 
 
 Love, scatter round thy glories wide, 
 
 Most gracious to fulfil thy word, 
 
 Kot now on Z'on's height alone, 
 
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 Not with the flashing steel, 
 
 No war nor battle sound, 
 
 No sound of deadly strife, 
 
 O cheer ye each other with words, 
 
 O God, by whom the seed is given, 
 
 O land of my fathers ! 
 
 O, let thy peace, dear Lord, that tames, 
 
 Thou, at whose rebuke the grave, 
 
 O Thou, whose jbresence went before. 
 
 Our country's starry flag, . 
 
 Our God is'love, and all his saints, 
 
 O'er the blue depths of Galilee, 
 
 Peace at last hath raised her banner, 
 
 Peace like a river flows. 
 
 Peace was the song the angels sang, 
 
 See from Zion's sacred mountain, 
 
 Strike, for freedom's glorious banner. 
 
 The land our father's left to us. 
 
 The hour is hastening on apace. 
 
 This dark world though full of warrin 
 
 There is a stream whose gentle flow, 
 
 The beams that shine frofn Zion's hill, 
 
 Through humanity's broad heavens, 
 
 To us a child ot hope is born, 
 
 Upon the gospel's sacred page, . 
 
 Waft not to me the blast of fame. 
 
 Watchman ! tell us of the niglit, 
 
 Wal'e, my soul, and hail the morn, 
 
 With hearts that are bounding, &c. 
 
 Within his ever peaceful breast. 
 
 When shall the voice of singing, 
 
 What glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 We come with joyful song, 
 
 Who is thy neighbor ? he^vvhom thou, 
 
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