Man the Life-Boat.

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Courage, courage! she's in safety:
See again her boyant form,
By His gracious hand uplifted

Who controls the raging storm!
With her precious cargo freighted,

Now the life-boat nears the shore; Parents, brethren, friends, embracing Those they thought to see no more.

A Banner Choral.

BY S.

As we raise our sacred banner,
Trusting in Jehovah's name,
This shall be our glad hosanna:
"He the right will e'er maintain;
And his firmament of glory,

Shining round our patriot brave, Shall inspire our song and story.

God is with us: he will save."

Crimsoned with the blood of martyrs Who have died in Freedom's name, And baptized in holiest waters

Shed around our patriot slain, Brighter glories now are beaming From its heaven-enkindled light, With its venging symbols gleaming In the battle for the Right.

Sons of Freedom, hail the banner
Which the Lord to us has given,
While aloud ye sing hosanna

To the praise of highest Heaven;
And, ye daughters, swell the chorus
Echoing through the upper sky:
For the Lord Jehovah's o'er us,
In his glorious majesty.

He will lead our hosts advancing,
Or when marshalled on the plain;
And, when fires of death are glancing,
He will shield us from the flame:
He will guard our sacred banner,
And our strength and song he'll be,
Till we shout our glad hosanna,
Praising him for victory.

LAWRENCE, MASS., June, 1861.

Praise the Lord.

PRAISE the Lord: ye heavens, adore him;

Praise him, angels, in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light.

Praise the Lord; for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed: Laws, which never can be broken, For their guidance he hath made.

Praise the Lord; for he is glorious:
Never shall his promise fail.
God hath made his saints victorious:
Sin and death shall not prevail.

Praise the God of our salvation;

Hosts on high, his power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify his name.

God is Love.

BY SIR JOHN BOWRING.

GOD is love; his mercy brightens

All the path in which we rove: Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens. God is wisdom, God is love.

Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move:
But his mercy waneth never.
God is wisdom, God is love.

E'en the hour that darkest seemeth

Will his changeless goodness prove: From the gloom his brightness streameth.

God is wisdom, God is love.

He with earthly cares intwineth Hope and comfort from above: Everywhere his glory shineth. God is wisdom, God is love.