By cruel masters bought and sold, Then will you not some trouble take, Their friends and parents to unite, And now with prayers for your success, From your affectionate Teacher Chelsea, Nov. 1850. ON CHRISTMAS. Season of joyous hope, M. B. Glory to God, in highest heaven, Welcome thou favour'd morn, To save our ruined race. Welcome, angelic hosts, Who visit abject man, Welcome, sweet Saviour, thou Thy peerless majesty, To die for all mankind. Glory to thee, in highest heaven, Creatures redeem'd from hell, He pass'd their nature by, Who burn with living fire; Takes up afresh his lyre; Amen! let all repeat, And sound thro' earth and sky, Glory to God, on high. Good-will and peace to men be given, Dec. 1849. J. R. |