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3. Give them stanch honesty,
God save the poor!
God save the poor !
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Stern as the grave,
O'er every slave.
Freedom for all ;
At slavery's fall.
In slavery's night;
With freedom's light.
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Comfort to the mourning slave ;
2. See, the light of truth is breaking
Full and clear on every hand,
Firm and fearless
From its slumber, long and deep,
While a bondman
O’er our country's sin and shame;
OLIVER JOHNSON. 1029.
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Of one strength, no more, no less :
Would not in our poorness stay ;
Keep us from life's flowing spring?
Onward ! onward!
4. Nearer to Thee would we venture,
Of Thy truth more largely take,
Into day more glorious break;
To the ages
Fair bequests and costly make.
By Thy truth, as yet half-won,
Hear us! hear us !
The glories of my Saviour King -
His form ! how bright His beauties are !
He shines with a superior grace;
And blessings all His state compose.
Gird on the terror of Thy sword;
With truth and meekness at Thy side.
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
Shall melt the rebels at Thy feet.
Grace is the scepter in Thy hands;
Justice and grace are Thy delight.
His oil of gladness on thy head ;
1. My refuge is the God of love,
Why do my foes insult and cry,
To distant woods or mountains fly ?" 2. If government be all destroyed
That firm foundation of our peace-
Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3. The Lord in heaven hath fixed His throne,
His eye surveys the world below;
His eyelids search our spirits through. 4. If He afflicts His saints so far,
prove their love, and try their grace,
soul abhors their ways. 5. On impious wretches He shall rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death,
Of Sodom, with His angry breath.
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
The men that His own image bear.
1. I'll praise my Maker with my breath;
Praise shall employ my nobler powers,
Or immortality endures.
2. Happy the man, whose hopes rely
And earth and seas, with all their train ;
And none shall find His promise vain. 3. The Lord hath eyes to.give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the laboring conscience peace;
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
Thy God, o Zion, ever reigns;
Praise Him in everlasting strains.
L. P. M.
When the oppressed before you stands?
While gold and greatness bribe your hands? 2. Have ye forgot, or never knew, That God will judge the judges, too?
High in the heavens His justice reigns ;
invade the rights of God,
chains ! 3. Th' Almighty thunders from the skyTheir grandeur melts, their titles die
They perish like dissolving frost;