PRATT'S DELIVERANCE.
Reading edition
"The captive exile hasteneth that he may be loosed."
ISAIAH.
The chains are rent, the dungeon's gloom No more these active limbs confine. I rise as from the dreary tomb, Where long in prison I repined. I mount—I fly—I haste away, Buoyed, as it were, on angel's wings; O home! O friends! O liberty!— O God of strength, thy praise I'll sing. Hosanna now in highest strains, Glory to God and to the Lamb, Hosanna to the king who reigns In heaven and earth—the great I Am.