Hymn.

29

It comes, the joyful day,
When tyranny's proud sway,
Stern as the grave,
Shall to the ground be hurl'd,
And freedom's flag, unfurl'd,
Shall wave throughout the world,
O'er every slave.

Trump of glad jubilee!
Echo o'er land and sea
Freedom for all.
Let the glad tidings fly,
And every tribe reply,
"Glory to God on high,"
At Slavery's fall.

A. G. DUNCAN.