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A Prayer

From falsehood and error,
From darkness and terror,
From all that is evil,
From the power of the devil,
From the fire and the doom,
From the judgement to come —
Sweet J ESU , deliver
Thy servants for ever.

Roll Julia , Roll

(Row, Bullies, Row)

1. From England to California I went, To
stay in that country was my full intent, But
drinking bad whiskey, like ev'ry damn fool, Soon
got me imported back to Liverpool. Julia , roll!
Roll! Julia , roll! The Liverpool girls they've got us in tow!

2 The Alaska of Boston lies down in the Bay,
Waiting for a fair wind to get under way.
The sailors on board, so sick and so sore,
Their whiskey's all gone, they can't get no more.

3 Here comes our mate, with his jacket so blue;

The Bishop of Rum-ti-Foo

From east and south the holy clan
Of Bishops gathered, to a man;
To Synod, called Pan-Anglican,
In flocking crowds they came.

Among them was a Bishop, who
Had lately been appointed to
The balmy isle of Rum-ti-Foo,
And PETER was his name.

His people--twenty-three in sum--

They played the eloquent tum-tum,
And lived on scalps served up in rum--
The only sauce they knew.
When first good Bishop PETER came
(For PETER was that Bishop's name),
To humour them, he did the same
As they of Rum-ti-Foo.

A New Litany in the Year 1684

From Braddon's penniless subornation,
From immoderate fines and defamation,
And from a bar of assassination,
Libera nos Domine.

From a lawyer that scolds like an oyster wench,
From an English body and a mind that is French,
And from the new Bonner upon the bench,
Libera nos Domine.

From the partial preaching that is now in fashion,
From divinity to undo a nation,
From wooden shoes and transubstantiation,
Libera nos Domine.

From the nonsensical cant of a loyal Addressor,
From the impudent shams of popish professor,

Like the White

From blue sky birds come
bearing bright kerchiefs in their beaks

From lilac sky moon yawns
weary from not sleeping
washing her face
in the water of wakefulness
then sets to work

From azure sky the dreams of strong nations stir
harnessing alert steeds to assert themselves

From the rose unfold the desires
that fold the banners of modesty
unfurling the red flag
that breaks all established rule

From the joy I see in your eyes
I begin like a myth
Looking behind me
I find only swords
that wave like thickets

From Bethlehem to Calvary

From Bethlehem to Calvary the Savior's journey lay;
Doubt, unbelief, scorn, fear and hate beset Him day by day,
But in His heart He bore God's love that brightened all the way.

O'er the Judean hills He walked, serene and brave of soul,
Seeking the beaten paths of men, touching and making whole,
Dying at last for love of man, on Calvary's darkened knoll.

He went with patient step and slow, as one who scatters seed;
Like a fierce hunger in His heart He felt the world's great need,
And the negations Moses gave He changed to loving deed.

From Age to Age They Gather

1. From age to age they gather, all the brave of heart and strong, In the
2. " In this sign we conquer: " 't is the symbol of our faith, Made
strife of truth with error, of the right against the wrong; I can see their gleaming
holy by the might of love triumphant over death; " He finds his life who
banner, I can hear their triumph song: The truth is marching on!
loseth it, " forevermore it saith; The right is marching on!

3. The earth is circling onward out of shadow into light;
The stars keep watch above our way, however dark the night;

Litany

I

From a Ruler that's a Currse,
And a Government that's worse;
From a Prince that Rules by awe,
Whose tyrannick will's his Law;
From an Armed Councell bord,
And a scepter that's a Sword,
Libera nos , etc.

II

From a Kingdom, that from health
Sickens to a Commonwealth;
From such Peers as stayne there blood,
And are nether wise; nor good;
From a Gentry steept in Potts,
From unkennellers of Plotts,
Libera nos , etc.

III

From a Church without Divines,
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