ow nor fancied strength
From Thy stern justice saves;
There is no liberty for them
Who make their brethren slaves!

437. 7s. M. J. R. Lowell.

Anti-Slavery Hymn.

1 Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free,
If there breathe on earth a slave,
Are ye truly free and brave?
If ye do not feel the chain,
When it works a brother's pain,
Are ye not base slaves indeed,
Slaves unworthy to be freed?

2 Is true freedom but to break
Fetters for our own dear sake,
And with leathern hearts forget
That we owe mankind a debt?
No! true freedom is to share
All the chains our brothers wear,
And with heart and hand to be
Earnest to make others free.

3 They are slaves, who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves, who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,
Rather than, in silence, shrink
From the truth they needs must think;
They are slaves, who dare not be
In the right with two or three.

438. L. M. Caroline Sewall.

Remember Them Who Are in Bonds.

1 Lord, when Thine ancient people cried,
Oppressed and bound by Egypt's king,
Thou didst Arabia's sea divide,
And forth Thy fainting Israel bring.

2 Lo, in these latter days, our land
Groans with the anguish of the slave:
Lord God of hosts! stretch forth Thy hand,
Not shortened that it cannot save.

3 Roll back the swelling tide of sin,
The lust of gain, the lust of power;
The day of freedom usher in:
How long delays the appointed hour?

4 As Thou of old to Miriam's hand
The thrilling timbrel didst restore,
And to the joyful song her land
Echoed from desert to the shore;

5 O let Thy smitten ones again
Take up the chorus of the free,--
Praise ye the Lord! His power proclaim,
For He hath conquered gloriously!

439. 8, 7, & 4s. M. *Montgomery.

Slavery.

1 Ages, ages have departed,
Since the first dark vessel bore
Afric's children, broken-hearted,
To this far-off western shore;
She, like Rachel,
Weeping, for they were no more.

2 Millions, millions have been slaughtered