2 Now the sprinkled blood has freed us, Hast'ning onward to our rest, il Through the desert Thou dost lead us, With Thy constant favour blest: By Thy truth and Spirit guiding,

Earnest He of what's to come, 10 And with daily strength providing, g Thou dost lead Thy children home. Brilladt. olida buA 3 Though our pilgrimage be dreary, This is not our resting- place; d Shall we of the way be weary W When we see our Master's face? A Noe'en now anticipating,

In this hope our souls rejoice, And His promised advent waiting, Soon shall hear His welcome voice. avar

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RACE is the sweetest sound 10 That ever reached our ears, When conscience charged and justice frown'd,

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' Twas grace removed our fears.

" Tis freedom to the slave, hupial " Tis light and liberty;

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