Hymn 6. L. M.
WORDS BY REV. DR. WILLARD.
1. Let freeborn empires offer prayer,
Lord, God of Hosts, around thy throne
The sons of toil are equal there
With those who boast a royal crown.
2. Beneath the guardian eye of heaven,
Th' unchanging rights of men we claim
Our sires th' oppressive yoke have riven,
And mark'd our way to pow'r and fame.
3. Let Afric's children, dear to God,
Expire in galling chains no more
Nor grasping av'rice, stain'd with blood,
Columbia's elder sons devour.
4. Let reason guide each patriot band,
And love exert her mild control;
The tyrant yield to thy command,
And freedom reign from pole to pole.