Beyond the jewelled skies.

W. J. Brock.

Oh, if the thought be beautiful, if it be wise and kind,

To weave the bond of brotherhood, the whole wide world to bind;

And if to sheathe the murderous sword be called a holy deed,

Let all the praise be given to Thee, from whom all such proceed!

Hail, manifested Saviour King! Brother of every man!

Of the poor negro in his chains, the roving mountain clan;

Redeemer of the forest child, and of the fettered slave;