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Show When to our cup of trembling The added drop is givenAnd the long-suspended thunder Falls terribly from Heaven,When a new and fearful freedom Is proffered of the Lord To the slow·consuming famineThe Pestilence and Sword 1- ''I' hen the refuges of Falsehood Shall be swept away in wrath, And the temple shall be shaken 'Vith its idol to the earth,Shall not thy words of warning Be all remembered then 1 And thy now unheeded message Burn in the hearts of men 1 Oppression's hand may scatter Its nettles on thy tomb, And even Christian bosoms Deny thy memory roomFor lying lips shall torture Thy mercy into crime, And the slanderer shall flourish As the bay-tree for a time. But, where the South-wind lingers On Caroli11a's pines- Or, falls the careless sunbeam Down Georgia's golden mines- 21 Where now beneath his burthen The toiling slave is driven,' Vhere now a tyrant's mockery Is offered unto Heaven,- Where Mammon hath its altars Wet o'er with human blood, And Pride and Lust debases The workmanship of GodThere shall thy praise be spoken, Redeemed from falsehood's ban, 'Vhen the fetters shall be broken, And the slave shall be a man! Joy to thy spirit, brother!- A thousand hearts are warmA thousand kindred bosoms Are baring to the storm. What though red-handed Violence With secret Fraud combine, The wall of fire is round us- Our present Help was thine! Lo-t he waking up of nations, From Slavery's fatal sleepThe murmur of a universeDeep calling unto deep!Joy to thy spirit, brother!On every wind of Heaven The onward cheer and summons or FREED0!\119 SOUL is given ! |