5 And still Jehovah's aid implore, From isle to isle, from sea to sea, From peopled earth's remotest shore, To root that deadly Upas Tree. 797. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams. Dedication of a Temperance Hall. 1 'Mid homes and shrines forsaken Of joy and peace divine, Faint hearts new strength have taken, A light is seen to shine! Its beaming revelations Are shed in mercy far; A guide to all the nations-- The glorious Temperance star! 2 Hushed be that wail of sadness, Life, life has come again; Awake the song of gladness, Swell high the choral strain! The lost returns from straying In sin's destructive way; That curse is turned to praying, That night to blissful day! 3 God of this day! Our Father! In humble praise to thee, Within these walls we gather-- The spared, the blest, the free; To hail thy grace far-sounding-- Our Temple dedicate To hope and life abounding In Man regenerate! 4 Rest thou within it ever, As o'er the ark of old; And here, O may we never In our great strife wax cold. Nerve every arm and spirit For each successful blow, Till Temperance shall inherit All temples here below! 798. 6s. & 4s. M. Pierpont. Prayer for the Abolition of Slavery. 1 With thy pure dews and rains, Wash out, O God! the stains From Afric's shore; And while her palm trees bud, Let not her children's blood, With her broad Niger's flood, Be mingled more. 2 Quench, righteous God! the thirst, That Congo's sons hath cursed-- The thirst for gold; Shall not thy thunders speak, Where Mammon's altars reek, Where maids and matrons shriek, Bound, bleeding, sold? 3 Hear'st thou, O God! those chains, That clank on Freedom's plains, By Christians wrought? Those who these chains have worn, Christians from home have torn, Christians have hither borne, Christians have bought! 4 Lord! wilt thou not, at last, From thine own image cast Away all cords, Save those of love, which brings Man, from his long wand'rings, Back--to the King of kings,-- The Lord of lords? 799. L. M. Mrs. Chapman. For Faithfulness in the Cause of Human Freedom. 1 O God of freedom! hear us pray For steadfast hearts to toil as one; Till thy pure law hath boundless sway-- Thy will in heaven and earth be done. 2 A piercing voice of grief and wrong Goes upward from the groaning earth; Most true and holy Lord! how long?-- In majesty and might come forth. 3 Yet, Lord! remembering mercy too, Behold th' oppressor in his sin; Make all his actions just and true, Renew his wayward heart within. 800. L. M. Anonymous.