Divides us. Happy day! that breaks our chain;
That manumits;[15] that calls from exile home;
That leads to nature’s great metropolis,
And re-admits us, through the guardian hand
Of elder brothers, to our Father’s throne;
Who hears our Advocate, and, through his wounds
Beholding man, allows that tender name. 672
’Tis this makes Christian triumph a command:
’Tis this makes joy a duty to the wise;
’Tis impious in a good man to be sad.