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Thy judgments to the nations show;
Seize as the purchase of thy blood;
From idols, to the living God,
The coming of thy kingdom be;
Bow every soul and every knee:
HYMN 606.75 & 6s. 
As storm-waked sea it came; 'Twas a nation's deep rejoicing
For her proud and spotless name.
The shout of joy is rung.
Thy fair and sunny plains, And up thy woody mountains,
The soul of freedom reigns, Land of my sleeping fathers !
O'er thee no chain is flung ! Through all thy verdant valleys
The shout of joy is rung: 3 And is there then no shadow
To dim this hallowed mirth? And shall thy name, my country, Be the watchword o'er the earth ?
Are all the captives loosened ?
The fettered slave set free?
HYMN 607. 7s. 
Dwellers by their mould’ring graves, Watchers of their altar fires,
Look upon your country's slaves! 2 Look! 'tis woman's streaming eye,
These are woman's fettered hands, That to you so mournfully,
Lift sad glance and iron bands. 3 Scars are on her fettered limbs,
Where the savage scourge hath been; But the grief her eye that dims,
Flows from deeper wounds within: 4 For the children of her love,
For the brothers of her race, Sisters, like vine branches wove,
In one early dwelling-place 5 For the parent forms that hung
Fondly o'er her infant sleep, And for him to whom she clung
With affection true and deep6 By her sad forsaken hearth,
'Tis for these she wildly grieves ! Now all scattered ò'er the earth, Like the wind-strewn autumn leaves!
HYMN 608. 8s, 7s, & 4s.  HARK! I hear the voice of anguish,
In my own, my native land! Brethren, doom'd in chains to languish,
Lift to heaven the fetter'd hand,
For the scourg'd and suff'ring slave,
God of mercy,
Lord ! our hands with theirs are bound;
Till our labors
Tyrants' cruel power must cease
Then in splendor,
HYMN 609.75 & 6s. 
All dimm'd with Afric's tearsHer 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 ?
When woman's heart is bleeding,
Shall woman's voice be hush'd ? 5 0, no! by every blessing,
That Heaven to-thee may lend-
HYMN 610. L. M. 
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,
HYMN 611. C. M. (434)
Prayer for our Country.
Of: every clime and coast,
The land we love the most.
2 0, guard our shores from every foe,,
With peace our borders bless,
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.
Our country we commend;
HYMN 612. C. M. 
Shall once inquire for blood,
Shall find a faithful God.
Does his own children raise;
They sing their Father's praise.
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;
HYMN 613. L. M.
And lift his fettered hands to Heaven;
That slavery's chains would e'er be riven.