1 Slavery 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. 2 Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing, Whose power the giant fiend obeys. What countless thousands tribute bring, For happier homes and brighter days! 3 Thou wilt not break the bruised reed, Nor leave the broken heart unbound: The wife regains a husband freed! The orphan clasps a father found! 4 Spare, 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. 794. 8s. & 7s. M. Pierpont. Morning Hymn for Family Worship. 1 Pillows, wet with tears of anguish, Couches, pressed in sleepless woe, Where the sons of Belial languish, Father, may we never know! 2 For, the maddening cup shall never To our thirsting lips be pressed, But, our draft shall be, forever, The cold water thou hast blessed. 3 This 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. 4 For the lake, the well, the river, Water-brook and crystal spring, Do we now, to thee, the Giver, Thanks, our daily tribute, bring. 795. L. M. Logan. God's Blessing Implored on the Temperance Cause. 1 For all who love thee and thy cause, O Lord, thy blessing we implore; Who fear thy name, obey thy laws, From this to earth's remotest shore. 2 O grant, that, freed from low desire, And filled with joy, and love, and fear, Each breast may glow with holy fire, While seeking heaven, to serve thee here. 3 Pity, O God, the heedless wretch, Who staggers to a dreadful grave; Thy arm of love around him stretch, And show that thou art strong to save. 4 Breathe upon those who scorn our cause, Thy cause, O Lord, for thou hast blest; Show them he honors most thy laws Who loves his God and neighbor best. 796. L. M. Mrs. Sigourney. The Upas Tree. 1 There sprang a tree of deadly name: Its poisonous breath, its baleful dew Scorched the green earth like lava-flame, And every plant of mercy slew. 2 From clime to clime its branches spread Their fearful fruits of sin and woe; The prince of darkness loved its shade, And toiled its fiery seeds to sow. 3 Faith poured her prayer at midnight hour; The hand of zeal at noon-day wrought; An armor of celestial power The children of the cross besought. 4 Behold the axe its pride doth wound; Through its cleft boughs the sun doth shine; Its blasted blossoms strew the ground: Give glory to the arm divine.