793. L. M. Sargent.

The Same.

1Slavery and death the cup contains;

Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl!

Softer than silk are iron chains

Compared with those that chafe the soul.

2Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing,

Whose power the giant fiend obeys.

What countless thousands tribute bring,

For happier homes and brighter days!

3Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,

Nor leave the broken heart unbound:

The wife regains a husband freed!

The orphan clasps a father found!

4Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind,

Till man no more shall deem it just

To live, by forging chains to bind

His weaker brother in the dust.

Morning Hymn for Family Worship.

1Pillows, wet with tears of anguish,

Couches, pressed in sleepless woe,

Where the sons of Belial languish,

Father, may we never know!

2For, the maddening cup shall never

To our thirsting lips be pressed,

But, our draft shall be, forever,

The cold water thou hast blessed.

3This shall give us strength to labor,

This, make all our stores increase;

This, with thee and with our neighbor,

Bind us in the bonds of peace.

4For the lake, the well, the river,

Water-brook and crystal spring,

Do we now, to thee, the Giver,

Thanks, our daily tribute, bring.