Invocation

BY MISS E. R. SNOW.

O God! thou God that rules on high,- The work is thine-thy promise sure-

Bow down thy ear to me; Though earth and hell oppose;

Listen, O listen to my cry- Roll, roll it onward and secure

Hear thou, my fervent plea. Thy prophet from his foes.

Rebuke the heartless, wicked clan O hide him in they secret fold

That fain would do us harm; When on his path they tred [tread];

Protect us from the power of man, Safe as Elijah who of old,

By thy Almighty arm. Was by the ravens fed.

Let unseen watchman wait around Bring his accusers' deeds to light,

To shield thy servant's head- And give thy people rest;

Let all his enemies be found Eternal God! gird on thy might

Caught in the net they spread. And succor the oppressed.

Thy grace, like prairie dews distill'd,

To all his needs apply;

And let his upright heart be filled

With spirit from on high, August 13th, 1842.