Hymn 22. S. M.
WORDS BY MRS. SIGOURNEY.
1. This day doth music rare
Swell through our nation's bound;
But Afric's wailing mingles there,
And heaven doth hear the sound.
2. Almighty God! we turn
In penitence to thee;
Bid our lov'd land the lesson learn,
To bid the slave be free.