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Heralds the year of Jubilee proclaim ;
knee at the Redeemer's name; O'er lands, with darkness, thraldom, guilt o'erspread, In light, joy, freedom, be the Spirit shed ; Speak Thou the word; to Satan's power say “ Cease," But to a world of pardon'd sinners, “ Peace.” – Thus in thy grace, Lord God, Thyself make
Then shall all tongues confess Thee God alone.
THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND.
6 Ye have done it unto me.
A POOR wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often cross'd me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief,
That I could never answer “ Nay:”
I had not power to ask his name,
Whither he went, or whence he came,
Yet was there something in his eye,
That won my love, I knew not why.
Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He enter'd ; — not a word he spake ;
Just perishing for want of bread;
gave him all; he bless'd it, brake, And ate,
but gave me part again ; Mine was an Angel's portion then, For while I fed with eager haste, That crust was manna to my taste.
I spied him, where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone ;
The heedless water mock'd his thirst,
He heard it, saw it hurrying on:
I ran to raise the sufferer up;
Thrice from the stream he drain'd my cup,
Dipt, and return'd it running o'er ;
I drank, and never thirsted more.
’T was night ; the floods were out; it blew
A winter hurricane aloof;
I heard his voice abroad, and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof;
I warm’d, I clothed, I cheer'd my guest,
Laid him on my own couch to rest ;:
Then made the hearth my bed, and seem'd
In Eden's garden while I dream'd.
Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death,
I found him by the highway-side:
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshment; he was heal'd;
I had myself a wound conceald;
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And Peace bound up my broken heart.
In prison I saw him next, condemn'd
'To meet a traitor's doom at morn ;
The tide of lying tongues I stemm’d,
And honour'd him 'midst shame and scorn :
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He ask'd, if I for him would die ;
The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
But the free spirit cried “ I will."
Then in a moment to my view,
The Stranger darted from disguise ;
The tokens in his hands I knew,
My Saviour stood before mine eyes :
He spake; and my poor name He named;
“ Of me thou hast not been ashamed:
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto Me.”