The Slave at Midnight.
Words by Professor Longfellow.
1. Loud he sang the psalm of David,
He a Negro and enslaved,
Sang of Israel's victory,
Sang of Zion bright and free.
2. And the voice of his devotion,
Filled my soul with strange emotion,
For its tones by turns were glad,
Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.
3. Paul and Silas, in their prison,
Sang of Christ, the Lord arisen,
And the earthquake's arm of might
Broke their dungeon gates at night.
4. But, alas, what holy angel,
Brings the slave this glad evangel,
And what earthquake's arm of might
Breaks his dungeon gates at night?