2 Of kindred blood and flesh the same, In thy pure sight of equal worth,
Then why should one the sceptre claim,
And crush his brother to the earth?
3 Why should the sighing bondman grope,
A cheerless journey to the tomb?
No star to guide, no ray of hope
To shine upon the darksome gloom!
4 Wilt thou not hear, and set them free,
The downcast slave, for whom we plead,
And make our land, as it should be,
A free and happy land indeed?
1 How long shall Afric's sons
Be sons of grief and pain,
How long shall slavery curse the earth,
And mercy plead in vain ?
2 Lift up your voice to-day,
In Freedom's holy cause,
Till all the world in love obey
Their Maker's righteous laws.
3 Then in your blissful songs
Shall bond and free unite,
His praise to spread, to whom belongs
All majesty and might.
1 CHRISTIAN Mother! when thy prayer
Trembles on the twilight air,
And thou askest God to keep,
In their waking and their sleep,
Those, whose love is more to thee
Than the wealth of land or sea,-
Think of those who wildly mourn
For the loved ones from them torn!
2 Christian daughter, sister, wife!
Ye, who wear a guarded life!
Ye, whose bliss hangs not, thank God,
On a tyrant's word or nod!
Will ye hear, with tearless eye,
Of the wild despairing cry,
Rising up from human hearts,
As their latest bliss departs ?
3 Blest ones! whom no hands on earth
Dare to wrench from home and hearth,
Ye, whose hearts are sheltered well,
By affection's holy spell,
Oh! forget not those, for whom
Life is nought but changeless gloom,
O'er whose days, so woe-begone,
Hope may paint no brighter dawn!
1 O LORD! whose forming hand one blood
To all the tribes and nations gave,
And giv'st to all their daily food,
Look down in pity on the slave!
2 Fetters and chains and stripes remove,
Deliverance to the captives give;
And pour the tide of light and love
Upon their souls, and bid them live.
3 Oh! kindle in our hearts the flame
Of zeal, thy holy will to do;
And bid each one, who loves thy name,
Love all his bleeding brethren too.
4 Through all thy temples let the stain.
Of prejudice each bosom flee;
And, hand in hand, let Afric's train,
With Europe's children worship thee.
1 To Freedom's cause, the cause of truth,
With joy we dedicate our youth ;
To Freedom's holy altar bring
Fortune and life, an offering.
2 Temptations sore and deadly foes,
Our onward progress would oppose;
And conflict stern we still must wage
With bigot hate and tyrant rage.
3 Yet are we strong, O God of might!
Ours are thy words of truth and right;
And armed in these, in vain thy foes
Their thronging numbers may oppose.
4 In earnest hope we wait the hour,
Foretold us by prophetic power,
When all shall come to thee, and own
The glorious image of thy Son.
XIII. CHRISTIAN NON-RESISTANCE, PEACE.
1 WHEN first the Non-resistant name
Struck my astonished ear,
I thought the thing an open shame,
And scarce withheld a sneer:
I knew not then my Savior's love
Reflected from the cross-
That love, that Non-resistant love,
Which triumphed on the cross.
2 But wiser thoughts pursued the theme,
Till I at length perceived,
'Twas not, indeed, the idle dream
I blindly had believed:
I faintly viewed my Savior's love
Reflected from the cross-
That love, that Non-resistant love,
Which triumphed on the cross.
3 With clearer vision soon I saw
A principle profound,
Which magnified the royal law,
And healed its deepest wound:
O then I felt my Savior's love
Reflected from the cross-
That love, that Non-resistant love,
Which triumphed on the cross.
4 I LAID my carnal weapons by,
And quit the warrior's art,
Resolved by grace I'd sooner die
Than act the murderer's part:
For now I felt the Savior's love
Reflected from the cross-
That love, that Non-resistant love,
Which triumphed on the cross.
5 Nor could I share in government
Supported by the sword;
Nor through the ballot-box consent
To disobey my Lord:
For dearer grew the Savior's love
Reflected from the cross-
That love, that Non-resistant love,
Which triumphed on the cross.
6 Nor went I more to seek redress
In courts of human law,
Or claim protection in distress,
My foes to overawe :
For I could trust the Savior's love
Reflected from the cross-
That love, that Non-resistant love,
Which triumphed on the cross.
7 YE followers of the Prince of Peace, Howe'er despised and few,
O never from your mission cease,
Nor prove yourselves untrue :
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