There smiled the smooth Divine, unused to wound
The sinner’s heart with hell’s alarming sound.
No terrors on his gentle tongue attend;
No grating truths the nicest ear offend.
That strange new-birth, that methodistic grace,
Nor in his heart nor sermons found a place.
Plato’s fine tales he clumsily retold,
Trite, fireside, moral seesaws,...
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I love thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,
The church our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.I love thy church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.If e’er to bless thy sons
My voice or hands deny,
These hands let useful... -
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world, and the child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time,
Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime;
Let the crimes of the East ne’er encrimson thy name,
Be freedom and...