Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes c. M. 201 IT is the wrongs of Afric's sons L. P. M. 29 P. M. 134 L. M. 58 L. P. M. 100 Is it not good to mourn for those JESUS shall reign where'er the sun KINDRED in Christ! for his dear sake LORD! if thou dost not soon appear Lord, deliver! thou canst save Lord, when thine ancient people cried MEN of God! go take your stations Oh God of freedom! bless this night Oh Thou whose justice reigns on high Oh Jesus, by the mortal pains we bear Oh Saviour, whom this holy morn O let the prisoner's mournful sighs RISE, freemen, rise! the call goes forth SING we the song of those who stand P. M. L. M. L. M. 9 L. M. 23 L. M. 32 42 THE Lord will come! the earth &c. The Lord is great, ye hosts &c. The heart has tendrils like the vine C. M. 52 Index. Think of our country's glory. 221 Page 7. 6. 28 Think of the slave in your hours of glee P. M. 40 L. M. 71 laws L. M. 202 There is a plain above the skies WHAT mean ye that ye bruise and bind c. M. We see no more in thy pure skies We have a goodly clime With thy pure dews and rains When injured Afric's captive claim Wherewith shall we approach the Lord 20 45 P. M. S. M. 204 Watched by the world's malignant eye L. P. M. 122 Who are the free, the sons of God Who shall inhabit in thy hill Weep, sons of freedom! your honor &c. 10. 11. 163 |