This Mar. WHERE will it end?-Demolish what we may Far off the solitary despot thrives; And, ere we touch him, we must wade knee-deep Host after host of that serf-multitude, He in his malachite and golden pride Will neither heed home-woes nor foreign might, But madly wilful thus will hide aside, And watch secure the struggling millions fight. The Cause. despot ruthless and insane, od by his barbarian hordes, se lustful will is sworn to gain orld's throne through their fanatic swords, h of their wills and deeds and words, s, pamper'd, proud, and vain, e contest: truly, is this war principles; for England fights, of freedom, with a tyrant Czar, nanfully for all men's rights bad enslaver: let kings reign -hief servants for His people's good; GOD and Man their hearts disdain, jected,-let them be withstood. LYRICS OF THE mns for our Day of Prayer, on the Declaration of War. O GOD! our Refuge and Defence, By Whose eternal Providence The right is help'd against the wrong, LORD! our fathers' Friend of old, Their children's only Succour now; In grace forgivingly behold Thy people who before Thee bow! Great Judge of all in all the earth, True Source of liberties and laws, Thou seest that we now go forth To combat in a righteous cause : Duty commands our Nation's way Reluctant to the battle-field, And unto Thee we pray this day To be for us both sword and shield! Tr Ye F A Truly, we have deserved Thy wrath,— Yet, let us never tread the path Of Thy correction in defeat: Forgive, and speed us; for we stand Thy combatants for truth and right; And trust to see Thy guardian hand Advance our standards in the fight! We ask no glory,-but to bless, In leading men to live at peace: We trust not in our ships or swords, But in Thy Name, O Guard and Guide, Because the battle is the LORD's,— And God is seen on Duty's side! LYRICS OF THE II. Be gracious, Lord, to us Who seek Thy face this day, And in the time of trouble thus To Thee devoutly pray. Forgive all evil past, And grant our Nation grace To live as those who pray and fast And run the Christian race. With alms for those in need We come and trust on Thee, That Thou wilt give us power to speed The Right by land and sea. From those who hate us now Be Thou our rock, our champion Thou, |