Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes c. M. 201

IT is the wrongs of Afric's sons
It was no path of flowers

L. P. M. 29

P. M. 134

L. M. 58

L. P. M. 100

Is it not good to mourn for those
Is this a time to plant and build
I want the spirit of power within
I thank the goodness and the grace
I seek within thy written word
In pleasant lands have fallen the lines

JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

KINDRED in Christ! for his dear sake

LORD! if thou dost not soon appear
Lord! thou requirest truth within
Lord Jesus, come! for here

Lord, deliver! thou canst save

Lord, when thine ancient people cried
Let mammon hold while mammon can.
Let the floods clap their hands

MEN of God! go take your stations
OH Father, when the softened heart
Oh Father of the human race

Oh God of freedom! bless this night
Oh darkly on the path of life.

Oh Thou whose justice reigns on high

Oh Jesus, by the mortal pains we bear
Oh God that made the earth and sky
Oh if to Afric's sable race

Oh Saviour, whom this holy morn
Oh God, my sins are manifold.
Oh, Freedom! with prophet's voice
Oh! hear the wailing cry

O let the prisoner's mournful sighs
O God, we praise thee and confess
O great mountain, what art thou.

RISE, freemen, rise! the call goes
Roll on thou joyful day

forth

SING we the song of those who stand
Sing to the Lord, let harp and lute &c.
Steel me to shame, reproach, disgrace
Stand up, my soul! shake off thy fears
Salt of the earth, ye virtuous few
Sit down and take thy fill of joy
Soon shall the trump of freedom

P. M.

L. M.

L. M. 9

L. M.

23

L. M.

32

42

THE Lord will come! the earth &c.
The shades of night are flitting fast
The hour of freedom! come it must
The breaking waves dashed high
The Son of God goes forth to war
The God of glory sends his summons forth P. M. 68

The Lord is great, ye hosts &c.
The memory of the faithful dead

The heart has tendrils like the vine

C. M. 52

Index.

Think of our country's glory.

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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
There are who hate God's truth and
To thee, Almighty gracious power
To freedom's cause, the cause of truth
Thou God! who hast since time began.
'T is the promise of Christ, &c. .
Thus saith the mercy of the Lord
Through all the three-hilled city now

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

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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

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Advent of Christ

Prayer for Universal Love

Song of the Redeemed..

Prayer of the enslaved American

Twelfth Psalm of David

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Monthly Concert of Prayer for Emancipation

Prayer of the Liberator

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