While this delightful work was in progress, the following hymn was composed by one of the prisoners and sung by them in their meetings; and as it gives a very impressive and accurate view of the power and character of this display of saving mercy to the doubly lost, I will insert it here for the gratification of the reader: "Rejoice, O my soul, see the trophies of grace Submitting to Jesus and shouting his praise; Like doves to their windows, or clouds through the sky, From sin's darkest borders for safety they fly. "This strong bolted dungeon is vocal with prayer, And joy rolls her orb through the sky of despair; This strong hold of Satan is trembling to fall, The power of Jehovah is seen by us all. "The angel of mercy can visit a cell, And on the dark bosom of misery dwell. The sunbeams of heaven can shine from above, And glow on our midnight a rainbow of love. "All glorious Eternal! we tremble and fear; How awful this place is, we know Thou art here! In thy dreadful presence adoring we fall. Well pleas'd to be nothing, and Thou all in all!" I must ask the indulgence of the reader for introducing another hymn, by the same author, which also exhibits the true extent and glory of the work, in contrast with the darkness and misery which preceded it. It is inscribed to Mr. Robbins: "_I was in prison and ye came unto me._" JESUS CHRIST. "Around our horizon no twilight was streaming, Nor faint twinkling star shot a ray thro' the gloom; No taper of life in our dungeons was gleaming, But darkness and death roll'd dismay thro' our tomb. "When, clear as the sun, rob'd in beams of the morning, You rose on our darkness with soul-cheering ray; To temples of worship our dungeons transforming, And pouring around us the noon-blaze of day. "In every hall now an altar is burning, And incense of praise rolls from many a heart; The ransom'd of Christ are to Zion returning, With firm resolution no more to depart. "How sweet is the sound! holy anthems are ringing, And cell back to cell echoes triumph and praise! And while to the theme of salvation I'm singing, The glory of God bursts around in a blaze! "My soul, bless the Lord! be his mercy forever The theme of my song and the flame of my heart! And from his commands may I wander no never! Nor from his dear service one moment depart! "Go on, sent of God! See! all ripe for the sickle The harvest is waving, and bright in your view, Confide not in man, all inconstant and fickle, But trust in the Lord ever faithful and true."