Hymn 25. 7s.
WORDS FROM ZION'S WATCHMAN.
1. Hear us, Father while we cry,
Pleading for an injur'd race;
Make the bolts asunder fly,
By thine own resistless grace.
2. Let the captives all go free,
Let the oppressor cease to reign;
And the arm of tyranny,
Never more be rais'd again.
3. Crush the system in the dust,
Ere another year be past,
Every chain and fetter burst,
Which have been around them cast.
4. Then will shrieks be turn'd to praise,
As the gory whip departs;
And the ransom'd daily raise,
Songs of joy from grateful hearts.