207. C. M. D. H. JAQUES. 1 0 WEEP, ye friends of Freedom, weep! Your harps to mournful measures sweep, O, furl your star-lit thing of light- 2 O pray, ye friends of Freedom, pray God is the hope of all th' oppressed; Pray, then, that freedom's cause be blest, 3 toil, ye friends of Freedom, toil! That Freedom's consecrated soil, Ay, toil and pray from deep disgrace Weep o'er the miseries of your race, 1 WHAT mean ye that ye bruise and bind And starve your craving brother's mind, 2 What mean ye that ye make them toil, 3 What mean ye, that ye dare to rend Brothers from sisters, friend from friend, 4 What mean ye, when God's bounteous hand That from the slave who tills your land, 209. P. M. MRS. FOLLEN. 1 HEAR ye not the voice of anguish, Brethren, doomed in chains to languish, Death, to end their grief, demand. 2 Let us raise our supplication, For the scourged, the suff'ring slaveAll whose life is desolation, All whose hope is in the grave; God of mercy! From thy throne, O, hear and save. 3 Those in bonds we would remember ; Till our labors Spread the smile of freedom round. 4 Even now thy word is spoken! Lo, the tyrant's power must cease! From the slave the chain be broken!' Captives, hail the kind release! Then in splendor Christ shall reign, the Prince of Peace! 210. L. M. W. L. GARRISON. 1 THE hour of freedom! come it must- 2 When glorious freedom shall be won 3 Friend of the poor, long-suffering Lord! 4 And ye, who are like cattle sold, 5 Bear meekly still your cruel woes, 211. 11s. & 8s. MRS. PRICE. West India Emancipation. 1 How brightly they lie on the ocean's deep surge, All gilded by freedom and love; The zephyr's sweet voice has sung tyranny's dirge, And wafts their glad praises above. 2 The mother, who knelt where the briny waves And lifted her hands in despair; [beat, Now feels that the fetter is loosed from her feet, Her loved ones released from the snare. 3 There's joy in the cabin where once there was The husband, the father is free While blessings of Liberty sweetly o'erflow 4 A halo of glory encircles them now, [woe, Fair freedom looks up with a wreath on her brow, And points to the glory on high. 5 Those slaves once degraded may now hope to The mansions prepared for the blest; [gain Away from the thoughts of their bondage and pain, With purified spirits to rest. 212. P. M. O. JOHNSON. The Same. 1 THE bondmen are free in the Isles of the main! The chains from their limbs they are flinging! They stand up as MEN-never tyrants again Their God-given rights in proud scorn shall pro It is LIBERTY's song they are singing: [fane, Hark, loud swells their strain o'er the foaming sea, Freedom! holy freedom! freedom, our joy is in thee !' 2 That shout of the freed-men bursts sweet on our ears! Their hymn full of joy, hear it swelling! Their hearts throb with pleasure, their eyes fill with tears, As ends the hard bondage of many long years: Now exultant with pride they are telling'Free, free are we from the slave's hard yoke! Freemen, faithful freemen-freemen, our fetters have broke!' 3 Now praise to Jehovah! the might of His love At length o'er the foe is prevailing; His truth was the weapon, and by it we strove, Thanks, thanks unto God! now the slave is free! Freedom! holy freedom! Father, our thanks are to thee! 4 O ye who are blest with fair Liberty's light, With courage and hope all abounding, With weapons of love be ye bold for the right; By the preaching of truth put oppression to flight; Then, your altars triumphant surrounding, Loud, loud let the anthem of joy ring out: 'Freedom! holy freedom!' let all the world hear the shout! 213. L. M. MRS. COLBUrn. 1 ETERNAL Father, Thou hast made |