3 Then heaven itself shall be, 250 HOW H. M. OW kind the Savior's love, While in his arms he took And blest each little child. Forbid them not, for such I came, I love to hear them lisp my name. 2 How oft our teachers pray, Their efforts do not cease, 251 8s. & 7s. AIR-" Mount Vernon." EARKEN, Christian, hear the groaning H of the poor oppressed slave; poor Hear him now his state bemoaning; 2 Listen friends of every nation, 3 See him writhe in dreadful anguish, 4 Will you by your votes and silence 5 Can you bow with cold indifference, Think ye sons of ease and freedom, ** 7 Waken from your sinful slumber, 8 To the contest-onward, freemen, To the rescue, sons of freedom, 252 8s. 7s. & 4s. AIR-" Zion.” ARK! a voice from heaven proclaiming, HA God has heard him long complaining, Proud oppression, Soon shall find a shameful grave, &c. 2 See the light of truth is breaking, See the friends of freedom stand, &c. 3 Lo! the nation is arousing From its slumber long and deep; And the friends of God are waking, Never, never more to sleep, While a bondman In his chains remains to weep, &c. 4 Long, too long, have we been dreaming O'er our country's sin and shame. Let us now, the time redeeming, He shall cast aside his chain, &c. C. M. AIR-" Ortonville. 253 WHAT mean HAT mean ye, that ye bruise and bind And starve your craving brethren's mind 2 What mean ye that ye make them toil, 3 What mean ye, when God's bounteous hand 4 What mean ye that ye dare to rend Brother from sister, friend from friend, 5 When at the judgment God shall call, What mean ye, to the Judge of all, 254 WE as L. M. AIR-" Old Hundred.” E ask not that the slave should lie, Beneath a silken canopy, Or in the shade of blooming trees. 2 We mourn not that the man should toil; 'Tis nature's need, 't is God's decree; But let the hand that tills the soil, Be, like the wind that fans it, free. 3 We ask not, 'eye for eye,' that all, Who forge the chain and ply the whip, Should feel their torture; while the thrall Should wield the scourge of mastership. We only ask, O God, that they Who bind a brother, may relent: 255 L. M. AIR- Welis." HE hour of freedom! come it must THE O, hasten it in mercy, Heaven ! 2 When glorious freedom shall be won 3 Friend of the poor, long-suff'ring Lord! |