And, despairing,

Death to end their grief, demand.
2 Let us raise our supplication
For the scourg'd and suff'ring slave,
All 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,
Lord! our hands with theirs are bound;
With each helpless, suffering member,
Let our sympathies be found,
Till our labors

Spread the smile of freedom round. 4 Even now the word is spoken; Tyrants' cruel 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.

HYMN 609. 7s & 6s. [266]

THINK of our country's glory,
All dimm'd with Afric's tears-
Her broad flag stain'd and gory,
With hoarded guilt of years.
2 Think of the frantic mother,
Lamenting for her child,
Till falling lashes smother

Her cries of anguish wild!
3 Think of the prayers ascending,
Yet, shrieked, alas! in vain,
When heart from heart is rerding,
Ne'er to be join'd again!

4 Shall we behold, unheeding, Life's holiest feelings crush'd?ol of flid

When woman's heart is bleeding,
Shall woman's voice be hush'd?

5 O, no! by every blessing,
That Heaven to thee may lend—
Remember their oppression,
Forget not, sister, friend.

HYMN 610. L. M. [267]

WHEN injured Afric's captives' claim,
Loads the sad gale with startling moan,
The frown of deep indignant blame,
Bend not on Southern climes alone.
2 Her toil, and chain, and scalding tear,
Our daily board with luxuries deck
And to dark slavery's yoke severe,
Our fathers helped to bow her neck.
3 But if with Pilate's stoic eye,
We calmly wash when blood is spilt,
Or deem a cold unpitying sigh
Absolves us from the stain of guilt,-
4 Or if, like Jacob's recreant train,
Who traffick'd in a brother's wo,
We hear the suppliant plead in vain,
Or mock his tears that wildly flow,-
5 Will not the judgment of the skies,
Which threw a shield round Joseph sold,
Be rous'd by fetter'd Afric's cries,

And change to dross th' oppressor's gold!

HYMN 611. C. M. [434]

Prayer for our Country.

LORD, while for all mankind we pray,
Of every clime and coast,

O, hear us for our native land,-
The land we love the most.

2 O, guard our shores from every foe,
With peace our borders bless,
With prosperous times our cities crown,
Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth and thee:
And let our hills and valleys shout,
The songs of liberty.

4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee
Our country we commend;
Be thou her refuge and her trust,
Her everlasting friend.

HYMN 612. C. M. [348]

WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls, who mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raise;
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

3 By thy just judgments, mighty God,
Are thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroy'd,
The snare must be their own.

4 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

HYMN 613. L. M.

I SAW him kneel in calm despair,
And lift his fettered hands to Heaven;

No hope was blended in his prayer

That slavery's chains would e'er be riven.

2 I wept in anguish thus to see

A man, a brother, doomed a slave ;My native land, I blushed for thee,

And prayed indulgent heaven to save. 3 I turned me to that slave again,No longer lay he prostrate there,— He'd heard the word, "Thou'rt free," and then He bounded light in Freedom's air. 4 He wakes to new existence now, Assumes the rank his Maker gave; The marks of slavery leave his brow,The boon is his he feared to crave.

HYMN 614. 6s & 4s.

WITH thy pure dews and rains
Wash out, O God! the stains
From Afric's shore;

And while her palm trees bud,
Let not her children's blood,
With her broad Niger's flood,
Be mingled more.

2 Quench, righteous God! the thirst,
That Congo's sons hath curs'd—-
The thirst for gold;

Shall not thy thunders speak,
Where Mammon's altars reek,
Where maids and matrons shriek,
Bound, bleeding, sold?

3 Hear'st thou, O God! those chains,
That clank on Freedom's plains,
By Christians wrought?

Those, who these chains have worn,
Christians from home have torn,
Christians have hither borne,
Christians have bought!

4 Lord! wilt thou not, at last,
From thine own image cast

Away all cords,

Save those of LOVE which brings
Man, from his long wand'rings,
Back-to the King of kings,—
The Lord of lords?

HYMN 615. L. M.

ETERNAL Father! thou hast made
A num`rous family thy care!

Nor sable hue, nor caste, nor grade,
Excludes the meanest from thy share.
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 down-cast slaves-for whom we plead;
And make our land, as it should be,
A free and happy land indeed?

HYMN 616. L. M.

THE hour of freedom! come it must-
Oh! hasten it in mercy, Heav'n!
When all who grovel in the dust,
Shall stand erect, their fetters riv❜n.
2 When glorious freedom shall be won
By ev'ry caste, complexion, clime;
When tyranny shall be o'erthrown,
And color cease to be a crime!

3 Friend of the poor, long-suff'ring Lord!
This guilty land from ruin save:
Let Justice sheathe her glitt'ring sword,
And Mercy rescue from the grave.