Hymn 18. 6s. & 4s.

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WORDS BY W. L. GARRISON.

1. Ye who in bondage pine,
Shut out from light divine,
Bereft of hope,
Whose limbs are worn with chains,
Whose tears bedew our plains,

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Whose blood our glory stains,
In gloom who grope.

2. Shout, for the hour draws nigh,
That gives you liberty;
And, from the dust,
So long your vile embrace,
Uprising, take your place,
Among earth's noble race,
'Tis right and just.

3. Speed, speed the hour, O Lord,
Speak and at thy dread word,
Fetters shall fall
From every limb — the strong
No more the weak shall wrong,
But Liberty's sweet song
Be sung by all.