Drive each delusive mist away,
And every humble effort bless.
792. 7s. M. P. H. Sweetser.
The Same.
1Hark! the voice of choral song
Floats upon the breeze along,
Chanting clear, in solemn lays,--
"Man redeemed--to God the praise!"
2Angels, strike the golden lyre!
Mortals, catch the heavenly fire!